"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."
Category: Musings
F. Scott Fitzgerald
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?"
Rumi
"Be empty of worrying... Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?"
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