“ The sunlight clasp the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? ”
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.