They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
I've left this life with no rancour, I'll never have toothache again, Now I lie in the communal grave, the communal grave of time.
Ah, if only a few more massacres would suffice To sort it all out once and for all With so many uprisings and so many fallen heads In Paradise we should all be by now! But the wished-for Golden Age is endlessly postponed The gods remain so thirsty, they are insatiable Thus it is death, an endless cycle of death
Girls when it says "I love you" - it's like a second baptism - It gives them a whole new heart - As at the end of the egg.
The cost of assessing risk is now often greater than the cost of failing.
It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start.
I like to share my life, and spend time with someone I love. That has worked 100 per cent with my wife.
In the Republic Plato presents a theory of personality. . . . He speaks of three faculties, the appetitive, the ambitious, and the rational. . . . The most dangerous faculty according to Plato is the appetitive for it bonds the soul to the senses and the realm of sense objects.