The eye of the poet is that of a bird and bug, heart of leaves, or roads. — 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
