Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (June 29, 1900 - July 30, 1934)
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart...
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young
Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself
We're so much about that. What I've tried to do a little bit, and part of this is for my own good because I'm very much like that, is to be able to walk away from the locker room after the game and go, 'All right. We won!'
We certainly were supportive of that.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?