The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.
Once a friend, always a friend. Why should borders stop that?
The more rigid and exclusive one makes the border between philosophy and theology, the more that distinction itself has to fall on the side of theology, and the more inaccessible that very distinction becomes to philosophy
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.
...Obyann, you're talking about the Landemere-Ramaldah border dispute of 1416. Damn it, man, that was in the time of our grandfathers.
Photo is confined to borders by all side, but memory zeal out to extend happiness even to the darkest corner of your life. a good snapshot bring out colour in your life.
...and it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether.?
I dont know what happens to country.