Far Away: Who would've had so much darkness To be, to have been said? Who sees how death comes In my spirit the grim reaper? Night falls from somewhere, far away, Moving the ray from darkness into my temple The demon runs, splitting...Quote by Aura Christi about poetry, hunger, air, word, earth, time, night, books, home, death
When it rains in my soul, never is clear out, and when the soul is clear, it is not raining outside ever. Works, II, The little book of Romanian wisdomQuote by Mihail Codreanu about soul, wisdom
Life: a book that we are not allowed to read before living, but only to anticipate what is written one, three, maybe ten pages from nowQuote by Mariana Fulger about life
The book is a bottle thrown at sea on which we should stick this label: catch it, if you can.Quote by Alfred de Vigny about books