deirdre
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do you have five hours to go through the nine million quotes that I adore and have taped on my cabinets and refrigerator at any given moment in time??? LOL
For years though, at the end of all my emails was the quote from the Petite Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupery:
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I dunno, there is a plaintiff, wistful, wishful haunting beauty in there that makes me sometimes run to my CD player and put on the third movement of Beethovan's ninth symphony...and for the next 8 minutes or so, I actually believe in love again...
which brings me to another favorite quote from one of my most favorite poets, Wislawa Szymborska: Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
My lord, I so hope I don't get to that point...I teeter on the brink of this total rejection of love, and not even love, but friendship, companionship, that it doesn't not exist, it is totally meaningless...and then I think of this quote and realize will I truly be this closed down that I need to believe this in order to try to keep living? sad sad sad.
For years though, at the end of all my emails was the quote from the Petite Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupery:
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
I dunno, there is a plaintiff, wistful, wishful haunting beauty in there that makes me sometimes run to my CD player and put on the third movement of Beethovan's ninth symphony...and for the next 8 minutes or so, I actually believe in love again...
which brings me to another favorite quote from one of my most favorite poets, Wislawa Szymborska: Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
My lord, I so hope I don't get to that point...I teeter on the brink of this total rejection of love, and not even love, but friendship, companionship, that it doesn't not exist, it is totally meaningless...and then I think of this quote and realize will I truly be this closed down that I need to believe this in order to try to keep living? sad sad sad.