Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
May love touch every brutal soldier and every uncherished heart. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
May love touch every brutal soldier and every uncherished heart. – Terri Guillemets
The universe is offering your healing — reach up and accept it. – Terri Guillemets
I tell again the oldest and the newest story of all the world, — the story of Invincible Love! This tale divine — ancient as the beginning of things, fresh and young as the passing hour — has forms and names various as humanity. – Amelia E. Huddleston Barr, A Rose of a Hundred Leaves: A Love Story, 1891