Time... how fast it goes...

“Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own;
and from morning to night,
as from the cradle to the grave,
it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.”

Charles Dickens

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photo of us, by a friend

Flying

“I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.”

Gustave Flaubert

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Wordless

“All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”

Kahlil Gibran

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Good-humour and sensibility

"Good-humoured, unaffected girls, will not do for a man who has been used to sensible women.
They are two distinct orders of being."

Jane Austen

Why do I feel like I have dual personality?

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Einstein's fashion advices

"Once you can accept the universe 

as being something expanding into an infinite nothing which is something, 

wearing stripes with plaid is easy" 

Albert Einstein

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When I read this quote I smiled and immediately thought of this picture. I need to have a chat with mister Einstein!

Shakespeare -sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

De almas sinceras a união sincera Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera, Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor. Amor é um marco eterno, dominante, Que encara a tempestade com bravura; É astro que norteia a vela errante, Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura. Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora Seu alfange não poupe a mocidade; Amor não se transforma de hora em hora, Antes se afirma para a eternidade. Se isso é falso, e que é falso alguém provou, Eu não sou poeta, e ninguém nunca amou.