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A beautiful face will fade. And a beautiful body will change. But a beautiful soul will be forever beautiful!

A kiss…. ….. is just a kiss…. Until it’s all you reminisce. (Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

A few years after I gave some lectures for the freshmen at Caltech (which were published as the Feynman Lectures on Physics), I received a long letter from a feminist group. I was accused of being anti-women because of two stories: the first was a discussion of the subtleties of velocity, and involved a woman driver being stopped by a cop. There's a discussion about how fast she was going, and I had her raise valid objections to the cop's definitions of velocity. The letter said I was making the women look stupid. The other story they objected to was told by the great astronomer Arthur Eddington, who had just figured out that the stars get their power from burning hydrogen in a nuclear reaction producing helium. He recounted how, on the night after his discovery, he was sitting on a bench with his girlfriend. She said, "Look how pretty the stars shine!" To which he replied, "Yes, and right now, I'm the only man in the world who knows how they shine." He was describing a kind of wonderful loneliness you have when you make a discovery. The letter claimed that I was saying a women is incapable of understanding nuclear reactions. I figured there was no point in trying to answer their accusations in detail, so I wrote a short letter back to them: "Don't bug me, Man!

Almost more dark than the night, Almost more red than the blood, Almost more hot than the fire, lies inside, a side of her that is almost more than her. This world of hers, do not dare to see. She might glare at you, though you may smile. Though you may say, she might say none. She is the truth you might want to know; that has probably got almost more light than the sun.

A memory is its own thing each time it's recalled. It's not absolute. Stories based on actual events often share more with fiction than fact. Both fictions and memories are recalled and retold. They're both forms of stories. Stories are the way we learn. Stories are how we understand each other. But reality happens only once.

All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples at Pentecost, in tongues of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but that of addressing the whole human brotherhood in the heart's native language.

Am I the girl/ Whose giggle crinkles her big eyes/ Or the woman whose small eyes/ Crinkle her vision?

And stay, my dear stay... forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

All what is existing already existed. We are together for a while pondering in agile world.

Any selfish person can light up a room. But a truly selfless person leaves the room (without saying goodbye to anyone) right before they get in a bad mood. See the distinction?

Anything you get easily is not worthwhile.

À quoi sert-il d'avoir si être nous manque.

A rain like melting pillows… a rain so beautiful I could never have let go of if not certain that someday...it would find its way into my poem.

A strange feeling of loneliness Adrift near the blue canvas You may stare long and listen deep Yet not know whether sea-shore or sea-snore!

A word we throw around like we can even grasp it, like forever is something the human mind can comprehend.

A woman is at heart – a wild creature. But the creature itself … that depends on you. (His wild rabbit – your wild horse)

Bad choices make good stories.

Become silent and listen to your inner voice!

Beauty gives a person power. And camouflage.

Both of us were always in a fight, He won over my friends, I won in life. He always wanted to marry this girl, I ended up calling her my wife.

Bedrooms are windows to the soul

Are you an artist?" "I'm a mess is what I am," he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone.

„Calitatea oricărui sfat pe care îl are oricine de oferit trebuie să fie evaluată raportat la calitatea vieții pe care acela chiar o duce.

Ceea ce nu poate fi pus în cuvinte poate fi priceput doar prin tăcere.

Christians believe that God loves you sooo much... he created hell, just in case you don't love him back.

Connecting to the real world is what I have been missing lately when I shelter inside my own cocoon and a wren flies to remove all the webs of transitions.

Could I have been anyone other than me?

Deepest place in my mind is my thinking and thoughts....Do not try to understand me... Otherwise you will drown in me.

Can a person who has been brought up in the heart of a thick dark forest, where one has to beat a path through multiple layers of trees just to take a letter to the post office, have any conception of what it’s like to spend one’s entire childhood waiting for a single tree to grow?

Deep down, I think everybody wants to be ‘the one’ to someone. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that person to anyone else – but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

Do not fear going forward. Embers of light are sparkling in your heart. You will find your way!

Do not surround your mind with the dark clouds of doubt and despair. Discover the light shinning within your soul.

Don't give up. Life is a journey. And we are here to inspire each other. To touch each other's hearts. We are born for a purpose. We must find our purpose in life. And live our life for that purpose.

Don't go out there,” I yelled out, suddenly afraid for the man outside to figure out the way in. For whatever reason, so far he hadn't. To my way of thinking, if someone isn't in their right mind enough to figure out how to get into a store, they didn't have any business being there in the first place.

Each silence has a new meaning!

E drept că așa frumoase nopți, două n-am văzut la fel, eu care știu a prețui noaptea ca nimeni altul și care am iubit-o cum nu se poate iubi ziua, cu nesaț și cu patimă. Sufletul meu sălbatic, care de obicei pare a ațipi zgribulit de o nemulțumire nedeslușită, nu începe a trăi pe deplin decât o dată cu stingerea celor din urmă văpăi ale amurgului; pe măsură ce se așterne vălul serii, renasc, mă simt mai eu, mai al meu.

Education is a system designed to make you feel inferior, yet they encourage you to accept it in order to be superior

Ein kurzer Tag zwischen zwei endlos langen Nächten sei das Leben, umso mehr habe man sich der hellen Minuten zu erfreuen und zu tanzen, solange die Sonne noch scheine.

Cu ce drept să ucizi o femeie care nu te mai iubește?

Enslavement is still enslavement, no matter how soft the chains.

Either I love with full passion or I don't love at all, for I don't know how to love half way!

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

Eventually you will get to a place so far up, that there is only down.

Every part of your chaos will lead you to light!

Every story is made up. Even the real ones.

everything thing in life goes really really very very deep and ally you have to show the world is ,its just on the SURFACE

Every wise person says so that "I am a fool!

Eyes speak. Eyes say the unsaid words. Eyes express feelings. Eyes convey emotions. Eyes are eloquent. Eyes are tender. Eyes are sensitive. Eyes are captivating. I can't help looking into eyes. I am always fascinated by eyes. If I were a painter then I would love to paint eyes!

Don't look for success in life. Rather try to create value!