Thursday, April 5, 2012

Hands Clasped



"For many weeks, when left alone together, they spoke little and never about each other. But it was not a silence of resentment it was the silence of an understanding too delicate to limit by words. They would be in a room together in the evening, saying nothing, content to feel each other's presence. They would look at each other suddenly–and both would smile, the smile like hands clasped."

—The Fountainhead 

4 comments:

Aisling said...

Don't think about what you've left behind" The alchemist said to the boy as they began to ride across the sands of the desert. "If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.

This is the quote i kept trying to tell you :)

Unknown said...

I LOVE this. I love this.

Anonymous said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0cC-7J_wi8

If he knows what he has, he'll wait.

Unknown said...

:)

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