Clouds pass and disperse.Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?Is it for such I agitate my heart?
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Love is just a contact of no refusal.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
A house is never small or empty, when filled with love.
You haunt my days and dreams.
Love powers my heart and color powers my soul.
Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.
Every corner and room of a house will carry memories, make these the most pleasurable times you shared with your family.
Thinking makes man to be god & GOD to dwell in Man.
Grow your courage by remembering each day is a gift.