Chorafakia Akrotiri in Crete in autumn

I like to begin where winds shake the first branch.

Odysseus Elytis

Paleohora Crete Greece 🇬🇷 in October

If the man does not reach the edge of the cliff, he cannot grow wings to fly.

Nikos Kazantzakis

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Koustogerako Crete Greece 🇬🇷 in autumn

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

Nikos Kazantzakis

Koustogerako,Crete

morning and evening in Crete Greece 🇬🇷

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Nikos Kazantzakis

Kounoupidiana ,Crete

Chania ,Crete

Eftychis Paterakis and Jeannette Paterakis

Akrotiri,Crete

Tersanas end of October Crete Greece

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

Lauren DeStefano

Kalathas Crete Greece in October

If you had swum across the furthest ocean
And seen the vastness of infinity
Though dread of death might seize you, you’d still see
The rolling waves in never-ceasing motion

You’d still see something: Schools of dolphins swimming
Across the green and placid waters, skimming
The clouds, the sun and the moon, stars overhead –
You will see nothing in that void all round
You will not hear your footsteps where you tread
Beneath your feet, you’ll feel no solid ground
Goethe

happy moments at Manousakis Winery

Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.
Francis Bacon

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Jeannette Paterakis and Eftychis Paterakis

Stavros in Crete Greece

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the ligh.

Plato

Tersanas Crete Greece in October

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
Ovid

Loutraki in Crete Greece

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
Andre Gide

Stavros in summer Crete Greece

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Cesare Pavese