We're not happy until the idea that something worst can happen. Is that the definition of happiness? I'm thirsty of knowledge, thirsty of truth, thirsty of you.
I need your hair under my lips when we'll kiss.
We're not happy until the idea that something worst can happen. Is that the definition of happiness? I'm thirsty of knowledge, thirsty of truth, thirsty of you.
I need your hair under my lips when we'll kiss.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass