Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. |
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage! |
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. |
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage! |
We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. |
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat. |
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. |
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. |
Throw your dream into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, or a new country. |
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. |