mblugid

The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.

Don't try to hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

His own mornings are new surprises to God.

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies

He has made his weapons his gods