The Prince Of Beacon Hills

In every wood in every spring there is a different green.

by Clare Elsaesser

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Sylvia Plath

Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller - The Roman ruins in Schönbrunn, 1832

there’s so much more to life than what it feels like right now, so if you’re in that dark place, know that there are much better and brighter things out there