Waiting For You Quotes (page 3)
My heart born nakedwas swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it worepoems for clothes. Like a shirt. I carried on my backthe poetry I had read. So I lived for half a centuryuntil wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair. I learn tonighthow many yearsof learning by heart. I waited for you.
John Berger

what he sought was always something lying ahead, and even if it was a matter of the past it was a past that changed gradually as he advanced on his journey, because the traveller's past changes according to the route he has followed: not the immediate past, that is, to which each day that goes by adds a day, but the more remote past. Arriving at each new city, the traveller finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess...
Italo Calvino

