Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone;
it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
Ursula Le Guin
King of the Birds, Lord of the Skies
Gather ye rose buds while ye may, old time is still a flying;
and this same rose that you see today, tomorrow will be dying.
CarpeDiem: Seize the Day!
- Dead Poets Society
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