Who is beyond me? Who cries at the other end of the day? God, where is the light? What have I done with it? — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The thought is stronger that the sky above when the man hopes, and weaker than the butterfly\'s wing flap when he has lost its way and cries like a helpless beast or says nothing at all... — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
The soul carries its own intelligence, or maybe only it has intelligence. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
The world much too little time was given to me to wander a land so full of wonders. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The harder you strive to climb the throne, the more you are afraid of falling... — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
True is the love of one who keeps his feelings when yours seam to have passed. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Money the measure of human elevation, humiliation and animalism too. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Picking true from false is a jewelers trade. Telling true from false is the craft of wise. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
