Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.

If, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven't yet become...will I know how to seize that chance, turn my life into a garden that will be completely different from my forebears'?

Maybe that's what being alive is about: so we can track down those movments that are dying.

or the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word never. And it's really awful. You say the word a hundred times a day but you don't really know what you're saying until you're faced with a real "never again."

But the world, in its present state, is no place for princesses.

People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.

I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world." - Paloma