What did Helen Hooven Santmyer mean by: Time–our youth–it never really goes, does it? It is all held in our minds. Helen Hooven Santmyer Copy
[Time was] an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Helen Hooven Santmyer, Aging, Loss, Time, 0 Helen Hooven Santmyer
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
