Unless their use by readers bring them to life, books are indeed dead things.
Life, Death, Books
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
Dreams, Poetry, Death
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
Death
Where they burn books, at the end they also burn people
Death, Murder
Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.
Death, Art, Time
If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.
Life, Poetry, Death
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
Life into death - Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.
Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.
Poetry, Wisdom, God
I imagined I was God for a millisecond And became speechless for a long time.
Poetry, Imagination, Wisdom
Praise be to God, Who has so disposed matters that pleasant literary anecdotes may serve as an instrument for the polishing of wits and the cleansing of rust from our hearts.
Religion, God
Devil and God – two sides of the same face.
Cosmos is God, who whispered the syllable of life.
Life, Philosophy, Poetry
New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.
Poetry, Wisdom, Silence
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Philosophy, Poetry, Poets
God is busy and has no time for you.
When following God, Zero we never find.
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
Poetry, Hope, Art
Hope without love is hopeless.
Love, Philosophy, Poetry
Life really is a story, and every story comes to an end. At the same time, it seems we all leave in the middle of our own stories. It's who we become that gives the story body, form and meaning.
Faith, Hope, Inspiration