Cat Johnson:
hayfever
Cat Johnson:
pure
Cat Johnson:
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will
Cat Johnson:
A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life
Cat Johnson:
Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness
Cat Johnson:
I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being
Cat Johnson:
Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone and more fragile than a rose
Cat Johnson:
You have it in your power to make your days on Earth a path of flowers, instead of a path of thorns
Cat Johnson:
oh! daisy
Cat Johnson:
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky
Cat Johnson:
gorgeous green results
Cat Johnson:
bench Monday: wings of desire
Cat Johnson:
Pink October: the edge of reason
Cat Johnson:
this is not goodbye
Cat Johnson:
boy
Cat Johnson:
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Cat Johnson:
pamper yourself
Cat Johnson:
Tiger father begets tiger son
Cat Johnson:
Pink October Bench Monday: I wish . . .
Cat Johnson:
berries
Cat Johnson:
the age of chivalry
Cat Johnson:
interdit
Cat Johnson:
tell me a secret
Cat Johnson:
green grass of tunnel
Cat Johnson:
All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands
Cat Johnson:
Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf
Cat Johnson:
Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.
Cat Johnson:
bench Monday: je suis un rock star, the arthouse variation
Cat Johnson:
Player's
Cat Johnson:
my slumbering heart
