Thursday, April 30, 2020
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Unseen...
How fathomless the mystery of the Unseen is! We cannot plumb its depths with our feeble senses - with eyes which cannot see the infinitely small or the infinitely great, nor anything too close or too distant, such as the beings who live on a star or the creatures which live in a drop of water... with ears that deceive us by converting vibrations of the air into tones that we can hear, for they are sprites which miraculously change movement into sound, a metamorphosis which gives birth to harmonies which turn the silent agitation of nature into song... with our sense of smell, which is poorer than any dog's... with our sense of taste, which is barely capable of detecting the age of a wine!
Ah! If we had other senses which would work other miracles for us, how many more things would we not discover around us!
Guy de Maupassant, Le Horla et autres contes fantastiques
Monday, April 20, 2020
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Monday, April 13, 2020
A memoir...
A memoir forces me to stop and remember carefully. It is an exercise in truth. In a memoir, I look at myself, my life, and the people I love the most in the mirror of the blank screen. In a memoir, feelings are more important than facts, and to write honestly, I have to confront my demons.
Isabel Allende
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Burn and ignite...
They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!
C. JoyBell C.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
Friday, April 10, 2020
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Ocean of soul...
The eyes are the ocean of soul,
Behind those eyes lies an untold story,
Which is silent and buried in the depths of the ocean of soul,
Holding a billion tear drops in its rim,
And those eyes that cry for love and for the sake of loved ones are sapphires,
And those tear drops of love are precious pearls.
Luffina Lourduraj





















