Steve was [amazing] in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods. His abiding love for Laurene sustained him. He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere.
Just remember, this flu shall pass.
— Doyle Wiseman (my very awesome and punny/funny papa) to me this evening regarding my epic bout with the flu.
love, love, love, love, crazy love.
— van morrison
Love does not hold grudges and will hardly notice when others do it wrong.
It’s so amazing to find you admire someone as much as you love them.
— N. R.
I make it a point to prefer where I am.
— N.R.
He knew what it was to feel enthusiastic about being a [photographer]. If the pleasure went out of it, he’d still [shoot]. He was compelled to. But it would show in his work. Emotions always showed. He never allowed his feelings and thoughts to pour into his work - they would have done so regardless of his permission.
— N.R.
There’s no such thing as Flickr Pro today because [with so many people taking photographs] there’s really no such thing as professional photographers anymore.
A good picture doesn’t give us all the answers. It makes you have to stop and look and start feeling for yourself.
— Espen Rasmussen (via the wonderful Ilona Siller)
If love is insanity, why are you my clarity?
What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today.” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day.” said Pooh.
growing up happens in a heartbeat.
— wonder years
that dreams and memories sometimes get confused, well, that’s as it should be.
— the wonder years