Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.
Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers
Obraz "The Day Dream" - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers
Obraz "The Day Dream" - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#sztuka
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take