Laura

“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. ”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”
― Rafael Sabatini, Scaramouche