We don’t stop playing because we grow old;
George Bernard Shaw
we grow old because we stop playing
Kategori: Words
August is the border between summer and autumn:
tove jansson
it is the most beautiful month I know
Paris is not a city; it’s a world
King Francis I
There are only two places in the world
where we can live happy—
at home and in Paris
Though you may leave Paris,
Janice Macleod
Paris never really leaves you
Paris is always a good idea
audrey hepburn
They do not love
william shakespeare
that do not
show their love
Summer has always been good to me,
Paul Monette
even the bittersweet end,
with the slanted yellow light
I wake up every morning.
andy warhol
I open my eyes and think:
here we go again
If you only walk on sunny days
paulo coelho
you’ll never reach your destination