Share on Facebook |
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self.
Page 1 of 4