For many, immaturity is an ideal, not a defect.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.
Listening to people keeps them entertained.
Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.