she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.
she has cratersbut only a fool can deny her beauty.She silently stare sun whole night& reflects his lighthis love with stars at times.
Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.
With a little heartache; Gone with the time, Are certain memories, Intricately designed.To call & narrate A story of blissful sunshine.
Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.
Life is like that. Death sweeps it away. That's what death is for. That's why they keep telling this story. It's the only story.
My life story is too long to tweet. Too long by two characters—and by characters I don’t mean Dora J. Arod and Dark Jar Tin Zoo.
Sometimes a homeland becomes a tale. We love the story because it is about our homeland and we love our homeland even more because of the story.
I see a broken shell and I remind myself that something might have needed setting free. See, broken things always have a story, don't they?
Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.
She looked at the boy. He knew her weakness for storytelling. And it was, after all, only a story. Still, she wished he had chosen a happier one.
As you begin to look deeply into the mystery of your own evolution, in place of good and evil you will find only stories, finished or unfinished.
Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: 'Lies!
And I’ll stop with the lecture now. I don’t like people much—they irritate and annoy me. But I’mfascinated by them anyway.
All of us to one degree or another disconnect from God’s story because we are fundamentally committed to being the author of our own stories.
Every word Martone sets down, finally, a choice that limits the universe, their trail across the page a fossil record of some life's life-story.