God will forgive me. Its his job. – Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
God will forgive me. Its his job. – Heinrich Heine
The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
I will not say that women have no character rather, they have a new one every day. – Heinrich Heine
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows ones nose. – Heinrich Heine