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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. -Crowfoot.
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.
There comes a point in every man's life when he has to say: 'Enough is enough.
There comes a point in every man's life when he has to say: 'Enough is enough.
He who has a why to live can bear with almost any how.
He who has a why to live can bear with almost any how.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if read more
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.
To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.
Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.
Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.
