at any rate,
that is happiness;
to be dissolved into
something
complete and great.
Willa Cather, My Antonia
neatness, madam, has nothing to do with the truth.
the truth is quite messy, like a wind blown room.
william j. harris
young people,
be careful.
beautiful
things
are
disappearing
everyday.
Yohji Yamamoto
I am learning
everyday
to allow the space
between where I am
and where I want tobe
inspire me.
give me silence,
water,
hope
give me struggle,iron,
volcanoes.
pablo neruda
the
start
is
what
stops
most
people
don shula