The tree was not only stripped by the cold season, it seemed weary with age, enfeebled, dry. So more the things remain the same, the more they change after all. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence. Changed, I headed back though the mud. I was drenched; anybody could see it was time to come out of the rain.
John KnowlesTags: inspirational gene
...it seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart.
John Knowles...I alone was a dream, a figment which had never really touched anything. I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.
John Knowles...his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. “I believe you. It’s okay because I understand and I believe you.
John KnowlesTags: friendship acceptance jealousy understanding sad betrayal
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