Heart and head are contrary historians.
He said even if it's too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. "But that's the whole point," I said. "Seeing it." "Is it?" he said.
She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.
Her smile put the sunflower to shame.
You are truly focused when you're so focused that you don't know you're focused.
How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?