“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentines Day.
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it, A song is no song 'til you sing it, And love in your heart wasn't put there to stay - Love isn't love 'Til you give it away.
No comments:
Post a Comment