Is a life worth living, without no one to love and to be loved in return? — Zena Joy Pym Copy Share Image
The societies of the futures, always searching for salves, will be so greedy to have this capital which is the man, that… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
Then we will understand that infinity was somewhere in our breath and that our Destiny is nothing else that the echo of… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
To love a women, is to know a womens wants and her needs without her ever saying a word. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Not even man that will re-find himself will be able to remove the vanity from this diabolic world, but he can change… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
Two hearts, two minds, in time did find one love, one aim two paths the same. Hold fast. . . and love will last. — Matt Buttram Copy Share Image
A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late,… — Andrew Matthews Copy Share Image
Paradoxically, all these wonderful dimensions that we want for our being are completely missing, being a hope, a dream about the perfection… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and… — Sydney Smith Copy Share Image
If you're looking for love in these eyes, walk away. I've been blinded before! — Carl Stoynoff Copy Share Image
Love is to wish as wish is to dream as if you really believe it could happen. — Allison L Copy Share Image
How much does man need Holiness? Only through the true Holiness, Man will really change the image of the world, but not… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
I understood how great the print of this Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one is, that he is truly love and towards… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
It is possible to claim only through extrapolation, by abstracting, by redrawing the man from his voyage of his own imaginary Destiny… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
What kind of love is more pure and more majestic, like the love for your native country. What kind of love? Theres… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
