Even the snow melts, let alone the frugal regards of a soul confident in its own eternity.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
Love, I know you before all times!
Who can say that he is not everything?
There are no names that do not desire fame because we come from God.
We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
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?
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