She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.
I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.
A piece of sun that never left her. It was a bite of bread. A flower in her heart.
She’s sweet as cream and broad of beam.” – Bast.
Didn’t it deserve to be happy? Didn’t everything deserve its proper place?
Generalmente, el miedo proviene de la ignorancia.
What would you like in trade? An answer, a favor, a secret?” – Bast.
You looked too hard and didn’t see enough. Too much looking can get in the way of seeing, you see?
If I had my choice again, I would only change how fast I ran.
When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. By now, a year and a half had passed and folk were almost mad with curiosity.
Some small rational part of me realized I was in deep shock. It repeated the fact to me again and again. I did not want to think of what I saw. I did not want to know what had happened here. I did not want to know what any of this meant.
If you have never been desperately poor, I doubt you can understand the relief I felt. For months I’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing that any small catastrophe could ruin me. But now I no longer had to live every day worrying about my next term’s tuition or the interest on Devi’s loan. I was no longer in danger of being forced out of the University.
I was so deeply in the music that I couldn’t have told you where it stopped and my blood began.
I can tell the whole thing in one breath. I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.
Believe it with a faith that will move mountains and shake trees.
Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It’s an interesting feeling, to say the very least.
I don’t remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.
A silent bell that struck out love.
Si pretendes imponerle tu voluntad al mundo, debes controlar tu capacidad de creer.
Still there are worse things than playing in the rain.