Equations are the devil's sentences.
Do we weep for the heroes who died for us, Who living were true and tried for us, And dying sleep side by side for us; The martyr band That hallowed our land With the blood they shed in a tide for us?
A land without ruins is a land without memories - a land without memories is a land without history.
Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.
People will want you to behave a certain way, to make a certain choice because it reinforces the way they see the world. . . But you have to do what's right for you.
I never understood alienation. Alienation from what? You have to want to be part of something in order to feel alienated from it.
You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.
Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.