Most people our age have the whole "dating game" [mentality] of trying to sell yourself or be strategic.
I have nowhere to go. The swift satellites show The clock of my whole being is slow.
Poetry is that which arrives at the intellect by way of the heart.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
The meaning is in the waiting.
The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind.
Ah, what balance is needed at the edges of such an abyss. I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet. What to do but, like Michelangelo 's Adam, put my hand out into unknown space, hoping for the reciprocating touch?
I'm fighting myself every day to get better.
I love being a woman. I like dressing up; I love buying shoes.
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.
The days when it was possible to win a serious game only by merit of sporting character or depth of chess understanding have vanished forever. Chess knowledge has become dominant, bypassing all the other factors that contribute to success.