Society often forgives the criminal; it never forgives the dreamer.– Oscar Wilde
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see...– Muriel Barberry (The Elegance of the Hedgehog)
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t....– Haruki Murakami