Poem of the Night I've cried looking at photos and listening to music; I've called just to hear a voice; I fell in love with a smile; I already thought I was going to die of homesickness; And you...
I'm not made of gold or silver, I'm of warrior blood and hardworking. I like summer, heat, if I'm human, it's better. I'm not one to catch waves, but every now and then a gray...
AnnA ZuKi
We live with our defects as with the smells we have: we don't feel them, they only bother others.
Anne Lambert
With my eyes I see you, with my body I feel you, but with my heart I see beyond my eyes and I feel more than my body can feel.
Bentolyl
Every passion has its path of ordeal.
Countess Diane
Prudence speaks quietly and leads far. - Stoicism
Stoic Thoughts