A world of pure imagination...
Tuesday, 29 November 2016
There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves..
To know that we know
what we know, and
that we do not know
what we do not know,
that is true knowledge.
Monday, 28 November 2016
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
I really believe a home is something to live in, not just admire.
Sunday, 27 November 2016
May your dreams defy the laws of gravity..
You can complain because roses have thorns or you can rejoice because thorns have roses!
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree..
Saturday, 19 November 2016
When life gives you something that makes you feel afraid, that's when life gives you a chance to be brave.
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
Don't let anyone ever dull your sparkle.
I hope I can be the Autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.
I hope one day it all makes sense..
Sunday, 13 November 2016
Compulsory turn LEFT.
How do you like them apples?
Make your heart like a lake.. with a calm, still surface, and great depths of kindness.
The color white is the absence of memory..
Tuesday, 8 November 2016
It's so strange that autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying.
When days are dark, friends are few..
People are more what they hide than what they show.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
She found beauty in the strangest places, in the broken and forgotten. She knew the truest hearts were the ones that resembled hers.
Monday, 7 November 2016
Most people fail in life not because they aim too high and miss, but because they aim too low and hit.
Where words fail, music speaks.
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