j’ai dit parfois
j’ai dit oui
j’ai dit non
j’ai dit parfois
j’ai dit oui
j’ai dit oui
j’ai dit peut-être
j’ai dit jamais
j’ai dit je t’aime
-Pierre Tilman
As seen on a sticker of Rock en Seine festival in metro ligne 6. Apart from this one. May be, someday, I shall make a series of these beautiful lines that I happen to stumble over, in Paris.
Read off one of the posters of Rock en Seine in the ligne 6 of Paris Metro.
Je ne saurais décrire
La puissance de mes sentiment
Je n’est qu’une chose à dire
Je t’aime tellement …
Touché.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question “Whither?”
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?