_myOlive: Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul
_myOlive: treasures
_myOlive: Kookaburra Sings The Blues
_myOlive: The Light Touch
_myOlive: Hey Meryl, have you heard this one?
_myOlive: The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
_myOlive: There is nothing as frustrating as arguing with someone who knows what he's talking about. ~
_myOlive: a heart that never hardens
_myOlive: Conversations with God
_myOlive: I wandered lonely as a cloud
_myOlive: a man with his rod
_myOlive: She Moved So Easily All I Could Think Of Was Sunlight
_myOlive: weekend view
_myOlive: Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. (Matthew 6:34)
_myOlive: Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends
_myOlive: it was late, late in the evening, the lovers they were gone; the clocks had ceased their chiming, and the deep river ran on
_myOlive: Something wicked this way comes
_myOlive: Galah at sunset
_myOlive: Unconscious came a beauty
_myOlive: Every artist dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.
_myOlive: To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
_myOlive: ocean views
_myOlive: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely
_myOlive: looks like rain