It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacocks tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Your purpose is not a singular destination; it is a constant thread that weaves through every aspect of your life.
The deepest craving of human nature is the need to be appreciated
Never ascribe to malice that which can adequately be explained by incompetence.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacocks tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Your purpose is not a singular destination; it is a constant thread that weaves through every aspect of your life.
The deepest craving of human nature is the need to be appreciated
Never ascribe to malice that which can adequately be explained by incompetence.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.