Alfred Chandler, drawing of a camellia, 1831. Colored and finished with gum arabic. Via Dreweatts

Euan Uglow
He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.
Jeanette Winterson, from “Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? 
Annie Lebvovitz

La Jolla Shores, San Diego, CA 
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
Daniel Franzese 

Cynthia E. WoodMetaphor, 2008
Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Keira Knightley in “Atonement”

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