I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel-Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,There is now a stone where I once had a heart,But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,And now and again my battered heart swells,I remember the joy, I remember the pain,And I’m loving and living life over again.I think of the years all too few- gone too fast.
True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie.Puzant Kevork Thomajan
‘A joke must be understood as such, not as a serious matter.”
The harvest is not over until the baskets are clean.It isn’t over until it’s over.
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”-Judy Garland
“Are you a stupid sheep in the flock or a free eagle in the sky? Look at the mirror, what are you? Are you some dullish cattle in the herd or a wise owl in the forest? Look at the mirror, what are you?”― Mehmet Murat ildan
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath