Teresa

“Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?”
― Virginia Woolf, The Years

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.”
― Charles Bukowski

“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.”
― A.A. Milne