Meaning of The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions. :Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mara, that’s the life I want to give you. That’s what I’m offering you. I want to fill you life with color and warmth. I want to fill it with light. Give me a chance”
Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don’t know who decided to package hope as a virtue because it’s not. It’s a plague. Hope is like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and somebody just keeps pulling it and pulling it.