Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
“Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.”
The World Motivation
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
“Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.”
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
A family friend was staying with us once and had brought over a ukulele. I just loved the way she played it. I saved up the money from my 11th birthday and went out and bought one for myself.
I believe that if writers want their readers to care about a character, they have to care themselves. I have to root for a detective who screws up as much as Thorne does, who shares my birthday, my North London stomping ground, and my love of country music, both alt and cheesy.
I remember debating the finer points of flaky pastry with my chicken-pot-pie-obsessed American dad. I remember the divine mix of Thai food, TV dinners, and hearty, homemade goodness that have shaped this palate of mine to this day. I remember all this, but I still Google my husband's birthday. Thank God he's famous.
As I approached my 18th birthday and prepared to enter military service in World War II, I was recommended to receive the Melchizedek Priesthood.