True love is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion.
The land is for those who work it.
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Adventure is worthwhile in itself.
Let love fill your golden cup like sunbeams showering the earth. Let love flow to every corner of your soul. Let love tear up the gnarled roots of regret And nourish the tender seeds of your hope.
True love is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion.
The land is for those who work it.
You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Adventure is worthwhile in itself.
Let love fill your golden cup like sunbeams showering the earth. Let love flow to every corner of your soul. Let love tear up the gnarled roots of regret And nourish the tender seeds of your hope.