In this game of Life, God has maybe the advantage that he might know me very well. Instead, I don’t know anyway anything about him.
Contributed by: mara
When a half goes, the other one must always remain a whole. This is one of the rules of the game.
My soul is sleeping like a child, please feel very quietly!...
Something in your heart tells me spring is still very far, but your fingers have already millions of flourishing buds.
If someone holds by mistake a piece of hope, there is always someone else to make it disappear.
I know my life is a modest play, but I’m not its only scriptwriter.
Happiness is the endless effort of two tender hearts to be one for few minutes more.
My soul speaks much more languages than my fingers. So, let them make mistakes if they want to. They don't have any self-conscience.
The learned man will not rest until he finds the one to learn more from.
We often say that the heart calls out... the heart is mostly quiet, other parts are screaming for completion.
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