Vicky Bee

“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”
― Rumi

“A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.”
― Eartha Kitt

“High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed.”
― Hendrik Willem Van Loon, The Story of Mankind