"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Everything is blooming most recklessly; 
if it were voices instead of colors, 
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.  
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
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