Dreams, memories, the sacred-they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.
This is my favorite kind of quotes. It has lettering that will cause you with ease, to glide across the lines, with super speed. Please keep sending those kind of quotes, that refer to the weather, or poetic sayings, in time past. I love this
MaryLynn
आफ्नो कौशलहरू परीक्षण गर्नुहोस्, यो लिनुहोस् टाइपिङ टेष्ट.