Bokelskere.no

...people stereotyped themselves; tehy were the ones who chose to follow the part assigned to them.

We knew that love was blind because so often we witnessed it obscuring the judgment of others...although love was far from blind to begin with. It had its eye wide open and saw only too clearly the things it was looking for.

Dutch windmills were so much more pleasing to the eye than the spiky things of our own times; those old windmills had great sails, comfortable and creaking, not blades of steel slicing into the sky.