A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Honore de BalzacLove endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Honore de BalzacA mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Honore de BalzacLove endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Honore de Balzac