In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence.
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be … - Nancy Horan
Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be …
- Nancy Horan
I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty … - Nancy Horan
I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty …
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries a… - Nancy Horan
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries a…
I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials. - Nancy Horan
I always use primary sources, in addition to reading biographies and other materials.
It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different. - Nancy Horan
It's not good to live so much inside oneself. It's a self-imposed exile, really. It makes you different.
In the end, what really matters? Only kindness. Only making somebody a little happier for your presence. - Nancy Horan
I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself… - Nancy Horan
I love you so much. I love you enough that I want to stay separate from you. You're an extraordinary man, Frank Wright. I could so easily lose myself…
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncerta… - Nancy Horan
How small we humans are. All our scrambling around, trying to buttress ourselves against death. All our efforts to insulate ourselves against uncerta…
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. - Nancy Horan
It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me.
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