The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...>>I think the real political divide increasingly is not between left and right, but between those who are intrigued by what is happening and wish to shape it, and those who fear the future, and want to stop it.
“Someday after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. And then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will discover fire.”
she only knows that tonight there’s always someone out there — she’ll never be alone.
...>>If it’s never, then it’s never.
...>>Life’s simple. You make choices and you don’t look back.
There we’ll make a final wish, just before the fall.
...>>They will see us waving from such great heights—“come down now” they’ll say. But everything looks perfect from far away… “Come down now”—but we’ll stay.
...>>Say anything, save everything, if we say nothing this love will die…. We’ll say anything, feel everything, I want to be with you so this love can fly. We’ll hang on to every word and we’ll scream, we’ll whisper. Say anything.
...>>These are the scars that silence carved on me.
...>>it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
Give me strength to find the road that’s lost in me.
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream.
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me.
Give me strength to be only me.
She pulled the covers closed; try to get some rest.
...>>The other day I wanted some soup, and there was none in the apartment. What did I do? I went to the friggin’ store and got some soup! If that’s not taking charge of a situation I don’t know what is.
...>>I refuse to die becasuse of a figurative sheet of loose-leaf.
You’re my steady. You’re the one that makes me feel.. sunshine.
...>>how do you know when to let go?
It’s love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy, strong and calm..
..with no heart to recall, a memory’s just a memory after all.
...>>I don’t know anymore what it’s for.. I’m not even sure if there is anyone who is in the sun..
If I find my own way, how much will I find?
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