The world – much too little time was given to me to wander a land so full of wonders.
Contributed by: mara
Work is what our cells have been doing even before we were born, never fearing failure or death.
Inside whose mind has the first thought appeared? He should be awarded the Nobel Prize for originality!
The war sometimes places the rich and the poor alike as unwanted animals, facing the common pit.
I do confess to abusing of feelings, but it is mutual...
I would approve to world peace, if only I wasn't afraid this would bring back nostalgia for war.
Reality is a puzzle revealing itself one portion at a time, always where the deepest shroud falls. Wanting to piece the clues together, you are only losing yourself in the maze.
Thoughts, once taught how to speak, to see, to scream, to write, they speak, they see, they scream, they write. In the rare moments of peace, they learn silence.
Too strong of a light can be deadly to the one used to read by candlelight.
I love you too much to spoil the immortality of a feeling with fleeting lust.
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