December 2009
23 posts
Love is not blind. It is ourselves that are, for we do not see when someone will hurt us. We can only feel it when it is too late. Love is ignorance of the signs.
“The last act is always bloody, not matter how fine the rest of the play.”
– Blaise Pascal
There is no such thing as a good year, good month or even a good day, only good moments, or a string of good moments at best.
