When will pleasure crash with regret? – Terri Guillemets
It’s only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven. – Terri Guillemets
When will pleasure crash with regret? – Terri Guillemets
It’s only a matter of inches, but skipping gets me just that much closer to heaven. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. – Terri Guillemets
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart. – Elizabeth Bowen