The truth shall never be unique nor will it be soundly logic. — Mariana Fulger Logic Copy Share Image
Earth the scene presenting the same play for millennia: War and peace. — Mariana Fulger Earth Copy Share Image
The one who woke up thinking he lives for nothing, has lost a night in vain. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The ugly a disproportionate shading of reality that people contribute to diligently. — Mariana Fulger Disproportionate Copy Share Image
Life without a taste of irrational, of crazy, is a boring book. — Mariana Fulger Books Copy Share Image
The war sometimes places the rich and the poor alike as unwanted animals, facing the common pit. — Mariana Fulger War Copy Share Image
True is the love of one who keeps his feelings when yours seam to have passed. — Mariana Fulger Love Copy Share Image
Sad soul that which meets only tears in love; sad the flowerless tree with no sky with peace rains; sad the bird… — Mariana Fulger Love Copy Share Image
Every atom is maybe a sometimes-exploding Universe, but none and nothing can tell us the Universe could appear and exist in a… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
In times of peace, when the nature sings, it is hard to distinguish between the various cubs caught in their pure game… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
The merit and essence of the human being does not lie in living, but in searching where it is coming from, what… — Mariana Fulger Life Copy Share Image
Reality is a puzzle revealing itself one portion at a time, always where the deepest shroud falls. Wanting to piece the clues… — Mariana Fulger Losing yourself Copy Share Image
There is often times a confusion of things, of particles, of the concepts considered essential whence theorems, laws, concepts are born that… — Mariana Fulger Knowledge Copy Share Image
Wretched are the poor that sell their hopes instead of a filling meal part of a day or a pail... and a… — Mariana Fulger Existence Copy Share Image
Everybody carries in a corner of his soul another soul until the later grows from within, incorporating, and it is not clear… — Mariana Fulger Darkness Copy Share Image
What answer do you give to silence? Who there hears the solitude of so many people? Of so many other creatures? — Mariana Fulger Animals Copy Share Image
When a half goes, the other one must always remain a whole. This is one of the rules of the game. — Mariana Fulger Football Copy Share Image
Each age with its windows and roads ahead, with its arms and eyes left behind. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
Work has raised the man and it also taught him to aim higher. — Mariana Fulger Aim high Copy Share Image
Every nation lives by its own intelligence, culture, skill and patience. — Mariana Fulger Intelligence Copy Share Image
Truths permeate every person's windows in a different spectrum. — Mariana Fulger Truth Copy Share Image
We hate what subdues us yet generally choose to be lead by others. — Mariana Fulger Hate Copy Share Image
Blessed be the country where force and punishment don\'t have to be employed. — Mariana Fulger Crime Copy Share Image
The morality belongs in larger share to the poor than to the rich. — Mariana Fulger Character Copy Share Image
When faced with choosing between remembrance and oblivion, I choose to remember... and to forget. — Mariana Fulger Nostalgia Copy Share Image
The happiness of a nation is not collective unless the nation is one of clowns. Neither is unhappiness... — Mariana Fulger Happiness Copy Share Image
True happiness is everyone's good, not personal comfort when many, too many live in poverty and despair. — Mariana Fulger Despair Copy Share Image
The people are suffering and the rulers clink their cups. What color is their wine?... — Mariana Fulger People Copy Share Image
The eye of the poet is that of a bird and bug, heart of leaves, or roads. — Mariana Fulger Bird Copy Share Image
So many souls that cannot find each other anymore. So many roads that no one travels anymore. — Mariana Fulger Journey Copy Share Image
You cannot say that something is unchangeable as long as you don't even know what that is or the rules that govern… — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
What a chase of spins this thought with two hearts holding hands through us on the moonlit evenings and the mornings when… — Mariana Fulger Holding hands Copy Share Image
What is the worth of a human life nowadays when there are so many of them and anyway only some people know… — Mariana Fulger Football Copy Share Image
