segunda-feira, março 26, 2012

at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”





Virginia Woolf

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"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"