Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds,

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we’re frustrated that the kids aren’t old enough and we’ll be more content when they are. After that,

Whether they are sixteen or seventy,there is in every being's heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts,the undaunted challenge of events,the unfailing

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are necessary to our happiness as realities. Follow me and discover fashion&passion Follow and upvote if you like me