Fly, fly, fly high against the sky
So high I almost touch the sky
Thank you, thank you
Thank God for you,
the wind beneath
my wings
Kategori: Words
If you dream of becoming an eagle,
Penny Johnson Jerald
you follow your dreams
and not the words
of a bunch of chickens
A brother is a friend given by nature
Jean Baptiste Legouve
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count;
it’s the life in your years
If you can dream it,
walt disney
you can do it
You are beautiful when you are happy
oscar wilde
We are stardust,
joni mitchell
we are golden
and we’ve got to get ourselves
back to the garden
It takes a long time to become young
pablo picasso
March is a tomboy with tousled hair,
Hal Borland
a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes,
and a laugh in her voice