When someone who's always been in your life is gone, it's a stunning adjustment of your own identity.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine. . .
Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
Do you like what you're doingwould you do it some moreor will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?
. . . you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind
Although things seem to be sometimes going up and sometimes descending, sometimes slipping away, nevertheless there is a reality, the same today as in the past. It does not change, for nothing can affect it. Could we not say it is one great harmony? So why shouldn't we ask about it.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
I never felt interpretation was my job.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare. . . Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.