I like it when I can’t sleep because I am excited about experimenting with new materials.
It makes me feel alive.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your root was so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
from: ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’ by Louis de Bernieres
Today Amie Allen has helped me set up my blog, I’ve been wanting to do this for two years. Thanks Amie Allen.