franny art

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you … I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.
—  A letter written from John Keats (1795-1821) to Fanny Brawne (1800-1865) in 1819.
Little Wonders
Rob Thomas
Little Wonders

“Let it slide, let your troubles fall behind you. Let it shine, until you feel it all around you. And I don’t mind if it’s me you need to turn to. We’ll get by, it’s the heart that really matters in the end. Our lives are made in these small hours, the little wonders, these twists and turns of fates. Time falls away, but these small hours still remain. All of my regret will wash away somehow, but I cannot forget the way I feel right now.”