It takes a while, but eventually we appreciate that the people who were always there for the special occasions of our youth had other things to do. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
In the life we might have lived, the years never pass. On the person we might have been, time never leaves its mark. How different would seem our might-have-beens if we could picture them as would-be-nows. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld
