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I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it read more
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. - Strong Opinions.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
Children sweeten labours; but they make misfortunes more bitter. They increase the care of life; but they mitigate the remembrance read more
Children sweeten labours; but they make misfortunes more bitter. They increase the care of life; but they mitigate the remembrance of death. The perpetuity of generation is common to beasts; but memory, merit, and noble works, are proper to men. And surely a man shall see the noblest works and foundations have proceeded from childless men; which have sought to express the images of their minds, where those of their bodies have failed.
Dreams are extremely important. You can't do it unless you imagine it.
Dreams are extremely important. You can't do it unless you imagine it.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Our originality shows itself most strikingly not in what we wholly originate but in what we do with that which read more
Our originality shows itself most strikingly not in what we wholly originate but in what we do with that which we borrow from others.
"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."
"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting read more
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
