What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.
John KnowlesIt was hard to remember in the heavy and sensual clarity of these mornings; I forgot whom I hated and who hated me. I wanted to break out crying from stabs of hopeless joy, or intolerable promise, or because these mornings were too full of beauty for me, because I knew of too much hate to be contained in a world like this.
John KnowlesThe next major advance in the health of the American people will be determined by what the individual is willing to do for himself.
John KnowlesPeace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.
John Knowles