“ The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us. ”
Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
~ Anne Rice
It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
I was good and bad, but never wicked.
Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.
