There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
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When a woman is speaking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
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in Quotes & Aphorisms (Job)
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.
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Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
One miserable thought, then, suffices to sap a man's will and render him feeble-minded.
from the book "" by Victor Hugo
Posted by: Emilio Rega
Of a poor man's hell is made a rich man's heaven.
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in Quotes & Aphorisms (Wisdom)
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
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Posted by: Nehellenia
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
Cold as night, cold as death, no breath of air to stir her locks, no human sound to reach her ear, no ray of light within her eye - broken weighed down by chains.
from the book "" by Victor Hugo
Posted by: Rosita Matera
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Art)
A true artist behave like a bird laid down on a fragile branch that he feels to break down under his weight but he sings anyway because he knows he has wings.
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in Quotes & Aphorisms (Soul)
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.
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in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
Life is a flower of which love is the honey.
from the book "Perugina Baci" by Baci Perugina