“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Art – Sir George Clausen (1852-1944), Summer Night
“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.”
― Albert Camus
Art by Edward Okuń.
Also published at Quora.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
― Søren Kierkegaard (born 5th May 1813)
Art – Martin Johnson Heade
Why men fall in love?
Because they see a glimpse of beauty, available and unattainable.
Beautiful features startle our imagination. As in the fairy tale with the prince and the frog. A frog is always a frog, but a “prince” can be anyone, anywhere, anytime. The beauty of the prince (princess) develops the world, enlarges our perceptions, and the space can be curved…..for a while.
Not because of me. Neither beautiful, nor available, my space is flat. But I have the Words. Through my words, I can shape everything.
Love is always green. Remember that.
Beauty by Vincent Van Gogh.