life is made up of moments,
small pieces of glittering mica
in a long stretch of gray cement.
(anna quindlen)
nobody has ever measured,
not even poets,
how much the heart can hold.
(zelda fitzgerald)
there are years that ask questions
and years that answer them.
(zora neale hurston)
observe the wonders
as they occur around you.
don’t claim them.
feel the artistry
moving through,
and be silent.
(rumi)
we must wait
until the evening
to see how splendid
the day has been
(sophocles)
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