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Congratulations, Edmonton Public Library! They’re the first Canadian library to win the Librar
Yorgun olan vücudun değil ruhun kalbindir.
Huzurlu bir şekilde git,sana kimin ihityacı olduğunu göreceksin.
libraryadvocates:“Public libraries are the only place for high quality, free computer training. This
Today is the first day of Fall, also known as the Autumn Equinox. Around this time of year, or a bit
jstor:Hey ALA goers! JSTOR is proud to be a part of the SECOND ANNUAL TUMBLARIAN ALA MEETUP and we h
Hey ALA goers! JSTOR is proud to be a part of the SECOND ANNUAL TUMBLARIAN ALA MEETUP and we hope to
Dedikodu zehirlidir!Gözlerinle görmediğin şeylere kulaktan dolma laflarla inanma!
Bir insan için yaptığın şeylerin değeri bilinmezse ona karşı olan tutumunda değişir…
Sessizlik konuşmanın en iyi yollarından biridir.
Herkesin hayatında değişmesine sebebiyet veren bir kişi kesinlikle vardır.
Welcome back from the holidays! It’s 2016, and we look forward to another year of sharing with
Learn to find your happiness and don’t take it away from others.
Just give me a drop of your love every day and that will be enough for my heart to revive and bloom
Pauses are necessary, to recycle the air, pray the soul, catalyze thought, renew stays, osmosize the
Maintain an active social life, which is the key to a harmonious mind.
“ The true nostalgic is not the one who remembers, but the one who collects exploits in order to rem
Surely there will be someone in the world, together with whom you will forget those who never apprec
Why is love at birth so sweet and then so bitter? Is it because it caresses us first to devour us la
Of seas and fleeting secretsFlood me with your caresses,until I suffocate with pleasures,that your h
Words have magic…They undress what lives inside us, discover the hidden truths, they confess nostalg
There is so much quiet sublimityin the shapes that draw your chest;and so many stranded looks…in the
Don’t tell me, “what I have to be”do not limit me, the edge of the road;that only I, - command in my
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