Romance: Paolo & Francesca
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul".
6 comments:
Oh how gorgeous to find your blog! I tried to log on the other day and my computer was playing up and shut down the internet - visual memory too low I had too mant tabs open at once with pictures... I'm not sure whose blog I was visiting, but when I saw you mentioned on 'tea time with melody' I had to try again. Isn't this truly amazing to sit at home and converse, share pics and thoughts with people around the world. Who would have thought it possible when we were children?
This is perfect, I am going to pass it on to my daughter. You seem to pick just the right things to share.
What a perfectly lovely post and sentiment. And so true.
:) Christi
What a perfectly charming blog, thanks so much for this beauty that you share!
Lidy
What a restful place this! After scrolling down to the bottom of the page I noticed my speakers were turned off. It was nice to continue browsing with the restful music playing in the background. I will have to return.
Peace & Grace,
Yvette Massey
(sojourner)
Wow what a magic words. I copy them on my computer. The picture is gorgeous as well.
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