'London perpetually attracts, stimulates, gives me a play and a story and a poem, without any trouble, save that of moving my legs through the streets...To walk alone through London is the greatest rest.'
“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done--then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
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((((it comes to my mind a similar Gandhi's quote:"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."))))
Helpless she lies across the stairs Haunting your days, consuming your prayers. There will be healing but don't force this girl to stand As she's counting the ceilings with pale voice and trembling hands
You told me life was long but now that it's gone You find yourself on top as the leader of the flock Called to be a rock for those below
I'll be locked up and stored In the lavender ward 'Cause my mind is just like hers Just as broken just as crippled just as burned
And then I find myself on top as the leader of the flock Called to be a rock for those below