You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
Power travels in the bloodlines, handed out before birth.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.
Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing?
Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.
What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.