Quotes by "Ana Claudia Antunes"

True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.

We should learn to smile as we fall, So much so as when we have it all.

We need to spread more seeds and fill this Planet with love to be surrounded by flowers just everywhere! It starts by simply opening up our hearts and hands to one another. It's in simple things where true Happiness may flourish.

Like a ceaseless fire Over all the experiences, Vast sensation and desires, Every emotion in essence!

The sun rising on the horizon is more than a good sign; it's a powerful omen to say that we can still hope and dream. Every day is a new chance to change and make it better for a brighter future.

My consciousness is clean and new, And my conscience, clear and vivid. I know what I've been giving to you. But I don't know what you received.

Love grows in mysterious ways like a seed through our hearts from our souls blossoming to the world.

Don't try online dating, it never works. You should always try many lines!

With many twists and holes Life is much like a golf game: Without bats you cannot Play

Heal a broken heart to the core By openning it up so even more.

Love doesn't mean career, money or success. It goes beyond all mundane needs to impress. You can even find your passion and your bliss. But without love there's just so much you miss.

In a world so unwell, few people are sane, and even while in hell, they don't fight in vain.

Time is an illusion that passes way too fast!

Because Time is not something to be measured with the eyes, but by the Heart, it's never too late to go and change.

Your heart cannot feel Nothing it cannot heal. If you keep yourself still, Steal no time it's no real!

If I knew then what I know now I guess it'd make no difference; Fate's sure in the way somehow. What's important is the essence. Although we still have free will We also have a whole lot to deal.

Some people grow Partially so. Instead others go, Rarefied winds blow. In all there is still a few, Those with a different view, Under pressure remain still. And yet they sow, Like the rivers flow, In the rain, high or low, The seeds of a soul, Young starting anew!