February 2012
Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and...
– Pablo Neruda
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.
– Kurt Vonnegut
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So...
– Haruki Murakami
Interior
“Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottos on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.”
Dorothy...
I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends...
–