in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other’s eyes.– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From...– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
It is a consoling thought that Christ is praying for us, even when we are...– Louis Berkhof, Systematic Theology, p.403.
Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the...– Lucian Blaga