“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.”
~Emily Dickinson
A pretty face can capture my attention but only a beautiful mind ...
True friends are those who lift you up, when no one else even not...
The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It wi...
I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude
Attachment leads to jealously. The shadow of greed, that is