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Song for Bobby.
My friend Bobby gave this blog an epic shout-out which was just so lovely I wanted to make a collage for him.
Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings—a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.
- Gustave Flaubert.
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
- George R.R. Martin.
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didnt believe in that.
Tomorrow wasnt getting ready for them. It didnt even know they were there.
- Cormac McCarthy.
We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…
and thus we wait for morning.
- Erich Maria Remarque
The world is a staircase,” hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. “Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.
- Annie Proulx.
I pass the love to all the mountains; a blog which never fails to share the unusual and the beautiful.
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