Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
Never stop learning and adding new information to the bookshelf that is your own intelligence Knowledge is power and "Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world"- Nelson Mandela
This golden apple represents the race between Atalanta and Hippomenes. This race will decide whether they will get married or Hippomenes will die. Venus hands Hippomenes golden apples to distract Atalanta during the race and win. Made by: Karim Fakhoury