I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
It seems that fighting is a game where everybody is the loser.
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.