his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time. they implied no aptness in the object. (r.l. stevenson)
[i]ntroversion + i[n]tuition + [f]eeling + [p]erceiving i recently took another meyers-briggs type indicator workshop, and i am, with overwhelming certainty, an infp. the idealist, the healer: infps are quiet, creative, sensitive and perceptive souls who often strike others as shy, reserved and cool. these folks have a rare capacity for deep caring and commitment [...]
life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (w. shakespeare)
tell me what you eat, i’ll tell you who you are. (a. brillat-savarin)
wonderful creatures, these orchids. (c. darwin)
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