
“It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.” Charles Bukowski
“It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.” Charles Bukowski
“Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You’re born, you live, you die. That’s it.” Rachel Ward
“Summer is for surrendering; winter is for wondering.” Debasish Mridha
“Die while you’re alive and be absolutely dead. Then do whatever you want: it’s all good.” Bunan
“The great wheel of fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late – it does not matter when, in the end, it crushes us all.” H. Rider Haggard
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance; for this is the true reality.” Aristotle
“It was winter — cold and snow and ice and naked trees and leaden clouds and stinging wind.” Harold Bell Wright
“I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long.” Walt Whitman
“Nobody is bored when he is trying to make something that is beautiful, or to discover something that is true.” William Inge
“Pausing between clouds, the moon rests in the eyes of its beholders.” Bashō
“To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.” Thomas Hardy
“Horses are mindful creatures. When we watch them closely, and we are not endowed with a tin ear, we can hear them thinking.” Erik Pevernagie