Stop tormenting yourself, soul, don't look back. Yesterday will never be tomorrow. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
He who cannot reach his self has a trail of crumbs from his soul behind... — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
I go there where I know I can still find at least one of your soul's crumbs. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
So many souls that cannot find each other anymore. So many roads that no one travels anymore. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The soul carries its own intelligence, or maybe only it has intelligence. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Feelings are waters flowing in chain from soul to soul do you know the shape of the Universe? Neither do I, but… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Your soul can tag along you where reason wants you, but do not count on it. Its waters, its skies are where… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Each moment is nightfall not spacious enough to contain all hope that there will be morning. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
Beauty and ugliness are only possible in the light. Common sense also survives in the dark. So do crassness, ignorance, dumbness!... — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
In love, the feeling of owning your partner seems natural, but it is not. Every man is free, even in love. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
The soul carries its own intelligence, or maybe only it has intelligence. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
People are all purpose tokens, but you must remember each adds, subtracts, multiplies, divides, integrates... in its unique way. It is difficult and unfair… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
If the woods would be too many, Nature would destroy them without asking humanoids. Lets let the Nature decide what's the best for her… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
The world much too little time was given to me to wander a land so full of wonders. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
The harder you strive to climb the throne, the more you are afraid of falling... — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
True is the love of one who keeps his feelings when yours seam to have passed. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
Picking true from false is a jewelers trade. Telling true from false is the craft of wise. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
Arms clasped around them, the knees support my forehead and I don't know why so warm the eyes of the sky seem and so… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share
