souphatra:
... everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.
souphatra:
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
souphatra:
140/365 (“Do not lose hold of your dreams or asprirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live.”)
souphatra:
142/365 (I'm not afraid Of anything in this world There's nothing you can throw at me That I haven't already heard)
souphatra:
145/365 (Give up yourself unto the moment The time is now Give up yourself unto the moment Let's make this moment last)