“Give food to the birds, you will then be surrounded by the wings of love, you will be encompassed by the joys of little silent hearts!”

Hard roads are not opened by themselves; they are opened by some brave people!

If the view is very beautiful, do not sit and watch; go to the view, be in the view!

An ordinary visit to a beautiful garden always creates an extraordinary time!

Sometimes it is good to fall down so that we can see whether we honourably get up or disgracefully turn into a miserable reptile!

Without water drops, there can be no oceans; without steps, there can be no stairs; without little things, there can be no big things!

Whenever you find a good idea, search for the owner to honour him!

When you reached the summit, you will see that you are still tiny!

Only the hardest roads make us really feel that we are alive! Leave the easy roads!

If you want to do something very praiseworthy and very saintly, make a child happy!

We see the man when we look at the monkey; we see the monkey when we look at the man!

Everything cannot be possible without thinking that everything is possible!

One hundred sparrow does not make one eagle.

An honourable public and a dishonourable dictator cannot live together; at the end, the latter goes!

Like a garbage truck, we need a ‘lie-truck’ which will collect lies from everyone’s houses every morning, even every hour!

You cannot separate the old furniture from the memories and the memories from the old furniture!

Literature is a microscope; it shows us the unseen!

Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.

Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.

You will never learn to fly by ripping off someone’s wings.

Maybe you too have those wings you just don’t know how to fly yet.

Don’t let wings to be a necessity to fly, hope in you would carry you to the sky.