Tuesday, October 7, 2014

the sadness of the world is resting in his eyes

"I am old man. I have seen things I still cannot talk about.
I have looked into the face of Darkness. Do you know what it looks like, that face?
It looks like you, and it looks like me."

random Tuesdays

"I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias." —Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter, October 2009