For the INFJ, all of reality is surreal. – Terri Guillemets
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets
Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress. – Terri Guillemets
Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. – Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods, “Economy” #infj