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Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.
Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.
O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts.
It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts.
It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies read more
It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning read more
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.
Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
We will often find compensation if we think more of what life has given us and less about what life read more
We will often find compensation if we think more of what life has given us and less about what life has taken away.
