One \day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” ~~Sigmund Freud

One \day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” ~~Sigmund Freud

"As I kissed her the heat of her body increased and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance" ~~Gabriela Garcia Marquez

"As I kissed her the heat of her body increased and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance" ~~Gabriela Garcia Marquez

"You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in me for so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea." ~~ Emma Goldman

"You have opened up the prison gates of my womanhood. And all the passion that was unsatisfied in me for so many years, leaped into a wild reckless storm boundless as the sea." ~~ Emma Goldman

“Freedom is a state of mind, I said wondering where I’d heard it before, not a state of being. We are all slaves to gravity and morality and the vicissitudes of nature. Our genes govern us much more than we’d like to think. Our bodies can not know absolute freedom but our minds can, can at least try.” ~Walter Mosley, Killing Johnny Fry

“Freedom is a state of mind, I said wondering where I’d heard it before, not a state of being. We are all slaves to gravity and morality and the vicissitudes of nature. Our genes govern us much more than we’d like to think. Our bodies can not know absolute freedom but our minds can, can at least try.” ~Walter Mosley, Killing Johnny Fry

tummbleweed:

Memories… smiling

Hmmm, If my memory serves me correct “she” was in fencing clothes…;)

tummbleweed:

Memories… smiling

Hmmm, If my memory serves me correct “she” was in fencing clothes…;)

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“Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment.”  ~~Erol Ozan 
“Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment.”  ~~Erol Ozan 

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“But under the silence of what we say to each other, is the much more articulate silence of what we don’t say to each other, a storm of things unspoken, coiled, reserved, appointed, ticking away like a clock attached to a time-bomb: crash, fire, demolition wound up in the quietly, almost tenderly, small, familiar things unspoken.”
Tennessee Williams, A Separate Poem

“But under the silence of what we say to each other,
is the much more articulate silence of what we don’t say to each other,
a storm of things unspoken,
coiled, reserved, appointed,
ticking away like a clock attached to a time-bomb:
crash, fire, demolition
wound up in the quietly,
almost tenderly,
small, familiar things unspoken.”

Tennessee Williams, A Separate Poem

….The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things….

….The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things….