It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a lifetimes.
You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.
It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a lifetimes.
You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.