A quello che non capisci puoi dare qualunque significato.
She wasn't to know there was no room for Soren - or any other boy - in my heart. There was only one boy taking up that place. Luca.
There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.
Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)
He’d seen a lot of bizarre items left at gravesides, like a carton of eggs, a pair of reading glasses, a bag of licorice, smooth stones, a spoon.
Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.
Ah, God, it's barbaric, however you look at it,' he told Ruth. 'What, cremation?' she asked. 'Death.
We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home.
All our desires are desires of the soul, ultimately, Though they look like desires mental or sensory; - 39 -
Desires intellectual, social etc., but they all be, Soul‟s longing through mind and senses activity. - 40 -
All souls make choices throughout their lives, some are good and some are evil - their fate with the universe has no bearing on those choices. Their choices permit them to be whole or to remain fragmented
He came back full of life and hope and determination.
We learn from failure, not from success!
They had applied their doubts to the very head that had introduced doubt as a tool for advancing knowledge. And in the end they gave the head a nod.
Always dream big and dare to believe!
You can have all the wine and dragons that my money can buy. That’s what the old woman told me, and I listened.
You grew up, became a man, had to adjust to taking less than you hoped for; you discovered the dream-machine had a big OUT OF ORDER sign on it.
...try to remember that dreams do come true, but they don't come easily.
It must be that I am not made to be a dead man, but these places and this discussion seem like a dream, and not a dream dreamed by me but by someone else still to be born.
Not at all. Cooking is cool. I’ll make you one shaped like the moon.” “Why the moon?” “Because you remind me of the moon,” he said, and looked into his bowl. Sarah blushed.
