Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed. — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
“Life is a feast, but it’s only the food you ingest that may nourish you.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
