By Albert Camus
I am wolf. Quietly I will endure, silently I will suffer, patiently I will wait for. I am a warrior and I will survive.
True love doesn’t just fill your heart, it overflows into your whole body and soul. Good Morning.
Those sweet nothings, those morning talks, those little memories. Have occupied a major part of my heart and soul, And I wish to create more with you. Have a hopeful morning my love!
Every time we kiss, I hear our souls whisper the words “I love you” to each other. Good morning.
When you have a friend who wants nothing but the best for you without motives…Keep them close. Such souls are hard to find. Good Morning.
Your love energizes my soul. Your hugs and kisses make my heartbeat. I love you so much. Good Morning my dear hubby.
True love doesn’t just fill your heart, it overflows into your whole body and soul. Good Morning!!!
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Karma moves in two directions. If we act virtuously, the seed we plant will result in happiness. If we act non-virtuously, suffering results.
Karma says, if you focus on hurt, you will continue to suffer. If you focus on the lesson, you will continue to grow.
What is good for the karma is good for the soul.
I wanted revenge but God whispered…they’re already suffering.
Karma is a dish that tastes bitter, unless it is dished out to someone else.
Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
The ‘Third World’ is a term I don’t like very much because we’re all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.
On the one hand, maybe I’ve remained infantile, while on the other I matured quickly, because at a young age I was very aware of suffering and fear.
Poets are souls at war with words from battles waged within.
There was a whole magnificent soul burning brightly behind her shy.