life, for eternal us, is now and now is much too busy being everything to seem anything. (e.e. cummings)
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)
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