Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
Where can we go to find God if we cannot see Him in our own hearts and in every living being?
Admire other people's beauty and talent without questioning your own.
Our country is in serious trouble. We don't have victories anymore.
“Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.”
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesnt matter to me. Going to bed at night saying weve done something wonderful, thats what matters to me.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
Where can we go to find God if we cannot see Him in our own hearts and in every living being?
Admire other people's beauty and talent without questioning your own.
Our country is in serious trouble. We don't have victories anymore.
“Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.”
Being the richest man in the cemetery doesnt matter to me. Going to bed at night saying weve done something wonderful, thats what matters to me.