All time is unreedemable.
Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.
Talent imitates, genius steals.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t.s. eliot we don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.