It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

Destiny is like a train with no brakes

Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

Stop what you are doing. Go outside and breathe. The world will not end if you take ten minutes for yourself.

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

Break my heart or break my fall.

In short, then, the religious cult is based upon the representations of sorcery between man and man, and the sorcerer is older than the priest.

When the spring comes, we will manure the plains of Kosova with the bones of Serbs, for we Albanians have suffered too much to forget.

Angling may be saidtobe so likemathematics, that itcan never be fully learnt.

A good novel is worth more then the best scientific study.

Steeping my life in beauty brings color to my days and a song to my heart