All changes even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves: we must die to one life before we can enter another!
Anatole France (1844 - 1924)
Source: The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard
Contributed by: ingebrita
Who has chosen this kind world for us and why?
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.
Emptiness is this world's greatest discovery.
We are in the world where the longing mountains are the most grounded.
With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?
Please, dear God of happiness, show the radiance of your spectrum to our world, which here means to forget everything.
The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.
Who knows the life which does not burn its own time moments?
Immortality goes through dead before all.
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