Words

Grief and love and entwine like roses, and never die. They remain with the old and encompass the new. This is what love is – what it was for us. Life does go on.

Louisa Young, author, from ‘You Left Early: A True Story Of Love And Alcohol’

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

~ Unknown Author ~

“Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.”

Rainer Maria Rilke