Words, that when strung together, mean something to me.
The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.— Gustave Flaubert
“You can love a lot of people in this world, but there is only one person that you love the most.“ -Booth
“Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.”
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.— Vladimir Nabokov
“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.” -Plato
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage. Anais Nin
“And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings..”
Once upon a time…
“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…”
“Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.” Clementine
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” Mr. Darcy
“I can smell the sunlight on your skin.”
“It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone – but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.”
“The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts. “ John Greenleaf Whittier
“For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: “It might have been!” John Greenleaf Whittier
| A Drinking Song | ||
| by W. B. Yeats | ||
| Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
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