Neleus... The son of Poseidon! A birth that came from the mate of a god and a mortal woman. Not plain at all! So it was, when the gods love, mate as humans with humans! From such a union two children were born, both boys. Their mother placed them in ...
On n'est bien que libre, et cacher ses opinions est encore plus gênant que de couvrir sa peau. (La conversation à Innsbruck)
Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.
I'm not staying with him for the pain. It's what he says in his sleep. When he's moaning, he whispers. The cry he utters with a face so full of sorrow. "So..." "...rry..." "I'm sorry..." It makes me sad that no one hears his apology.
You are a guardian ... arent you?" He nailed me with his eyes. "Yes." "So .... why are you with me?
Being alive is sign of strength!
My Personality unfolding before you like a Swiss Army knife.
I’ve been told I’m a glass half-empty sort of person.
I have a sickness doctors can't cure, Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction, Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love, Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison, Shameless were those my nights, Yet my soul loved them ...
Je vis, je meurs : je me brûle et me noie, J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure ; La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure, J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie. Tout en un coup je ris et je larmoie, Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j�...
Baise m'encor, rebaise-moi et baise ; Donne m'en un de tes plus savoureux, Donne m'en un de tes plus amoureux : Je t'en rendrai quatre plus chauds que braise. Las ! te plains-tu ? Çà, que ce mal j'apaise, En t'en donnant dix autres doucereux. Ainsi...
How to Write a Poem Catch the air around the butterfly.
Politicians are judged by what they say and they don't do
Politicians are played by what they say and they don't do
There is today a division of labor between the elite and the masses. In medieval Europe aristocrats spent their money carelessly on extravagant luxuries whereas peasants lived frugally minding every penny. Today the tables have turned. The rich take ...
if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing
Any failure we could suffer throughout our lives, will turn into little successes if we take the right path, keep walking.
Only to me... Why does he take me home every wednesday? Why did he run to me when his club activities ended? Why isn't he using formal language? Why is he talking to me? Why... The more I think about it, the prouder I get. How does he feel about me?
