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22/Male/Bosnia and Herzegovina
May 6, 1991
Last Visit: 1 day ago
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~In his arms, my lady lay asleep, wrapped in a veil. He woke her then and trembling and obedient she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping I saw him then depart from me.
~Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.
~When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
~He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.
~Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
~Man is by nature a political animal.
~Hope is a waking dream.
~Liars when they speak the truth are not believed.
~Sensual passions are your first enemy. Your second is called Discontent. Your third is Hunger & Thirst. Your fourth is called Craving. Fifth is Sloth & Drowsiness. Sixth is called Terror. Your seventh is Uncertainty. Hypocrisy & Stubbornness, your eighth. Gains, Offerings, Fame, & Status wrongly gained, and whoever would praise self & disparage others. That, Namuci, is your enemy, the Dark One's commando force. A coward can't defeat it, but one having defeated it gains bliss.
By Albert Einstein:
~A happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future.
By William Shakespeare:
~Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
~But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offence.
~But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.