D. (dalaruan) wrote,
D.
dalaruan

belongs as much to the heart as to the head

All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always.

Truman Capote, Letter to Mary Louise Aswell, 12 July 1946

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What drives me, and will drive me till the end is the search for knowledge, deeper insight & wisdom.

2018

Go ahead

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