"You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker
atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the
dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding
along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated;
but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it."
~“Tender is the Night” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
No comments:
Post a Comment