sounds, voice, love
Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.