L 1209:
Friendship needs no words-it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness. Dag Hammarskjold.
L 1209:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book, and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes once had, and of their shadows deep; W.B.Yeats
L 1209:
It was the limit of my dream, The focus of my prayer, -- a perfect, paralyzing bliss Contented as despair. Emily Dickinson
L 1209:
Ah, the soft sound of rain on roofs, on the ground! To a dulled heart there came, ah, the song of the rain. From "Tears Fall In My Heart" by Paul Verlaine
