"Stay" is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary.
I will make a battering-ram of my head and make my way through this rough and tumble world.
Is it not meningitis?
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Now I'm beginning to live a little and feel less like a sick oyster at low tide.
Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.