To the moon that gives me strength 
To hold on and to get through all the phases
Of life patiently ,strongly and wisely and never to
Give up on as the to build up something its takes
Lot of things of yours but to destroy its takes a second.

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman.

How did you know about the fire?” I asked Morelli. “Dispatch called me. They always call me when your car explodes or goes up in flames.

[W]e are almost always in one place with our minds somewhere quite other.

Written By Ford Madox Ford

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links