A Book

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

~ Emily Dickinson~

*ahem, may I add that books do furnish a room too!*

You try to be strong, to be patient, to take the zen view that worrying it will do no good anyway.

You try to take the advice of your lecturers, your college mates, your friends, fellow pianists, your housemates, your psychopharmocologist, that the best thing you can do now is to block it out and just work: Work on your next recital and dissertation. Work on your garden. Take up a new hobby. {Blogging, anyone?} Take up smoking.

~A Google-Junky who's lost her way.~

"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person
that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once
and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,
so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures,
laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt
because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back."