But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsThe gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsIt exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsShe knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsYou set the standard for how people will treat and regard you, by how you treat and regard yourself.
Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life