She told me his head was full of flowers and that his heart probably beat out springs of lilac, and that it was this fact above all else that would mean he could never love her, "how could he when I know he'll never understand me?"
Rodin. This is probably my favourite piece of art ever. He hasn't just captured the detail of the hands. But the emotion of a lover's touch. It takes my breath away. Pinned from my friend Jenn's blog. www.earthfirewaterearth.blogspot.com