October 2011
“So the grand oaks grow that once were acorns; so the grand deeds, too, that once were only dreams”
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“He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.”
—Stardust by Neil Gaiman (via laceofpearls)