Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom and even bear fruit? Yet we hope, we know it.
Joann Wolfgang Goethe
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
destiny
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom and even bear fruit? Yet we hope, we know it.
Joann Wolfgang Goethe
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