I have honestly always loved doors. Years ago (1996 to be precise) in Budapest I was taken by the beauty of the door and entrances. The same happened in Vienna with my husband in 2000. 98 more words
Close some doors, not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance; but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.
– Paulo Coelho
Unequivocally, after the mother’s lap, if there is something next in the world that is equally protective and caring in nature, it is one’s home. And what makes the home so? 364 more words