We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments' rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
How many truths pass wrecking through the Illusion of Life, but none of them is an absolute truth therefore the real truth!
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
Copyright © 2014 Gaiam, Inc.