We shall find peace. We shall hear the angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
Anton Chekhov :: Uncle Vanya (1899)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Self Pity
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. Lawrence
A bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D. H. Lawrence
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