The advantage of the one writing about hearts of poets: he can hear them beating even in his sleep. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The advantage of the one who did not envisioned himself a ruler of men: he can look back without regretting it. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The advantage of the one singing only inside his soul: he cannot be blamed for clouding other souls. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The advantage of the one standing at the head of the ones that sing: his chest is filled with wings... — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The advantage of the one coming from nowhere: the soul doesn't drag him back. — 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
