Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. |
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid. |
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. |
Humour is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it, what you wish in your secret heart were not funny, but it is, and you must laugh. Humor is your own unconscious therapy. |
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. |
Humour is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it. What you wish in your secret heart were not funny, but it is, and you must laugh. Humour is your own unconscious therapy. |
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you. |
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it. |
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you. |