seeing the beauty once again.
the radiant child →
This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an eagle, Tame or wild? Can you love an eagle, Wild or tame? Can you love a monster Of frightening name? Nobody loves a genius child. Kill him - and let his soul run wild. Langston Hughes (WalkThroughPuddles)
With one enormous exception - the emotional pain of loss, the pain that has broken a heart. Such pain fills the space of an entire life. It may have begun with a single event but the event has produced a surplus of pain. The sufferer becomes inconsolable. Yet, what is this pain, if it is not the recognition that what was once given as pleasure or happiness has been irrevocably taken away? John...
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect....– F. Scott Fitzgerald
she was like a ghost in that she never existed until evening.– O Russet Witch!
You still look at me the same way.
Can’t Help But Smiling - Devendra Banhart
fall brings the sparkle.
blind with enchantment, he felt that life was just beginning.– the curious case of Benjamin Button
I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds...– the diamond as big as the ritz
and a lonely red balloon drifts off into the setting sun and rising moon.
blowing kisses to the moon, I think of you, I think of you. looking at the...– me.
the pleasures and pains of life came to her with trebled intensity.
Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
But really, Marilla, one can’t stay sad very long in such an interesting...– Anne to Marilla, Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery