Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

The Chieftains, The Corrs, Dancers and everybody else

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

Saying Grace- Norman Rockwell

this is probably my favourite Rockwell painting…I just love the look of surprise (bordering on awe) that the boys give the pious grandma and her sweet little grandson

end of Once Upon a Time spam to mark me finishing season 1!!!….I encourage everyone to watch this series. To say it is brilliant is such an undertatement my body quakes from shame at the very typing of the attempted compliment (okay not really, but you get the point).

sigh…this pair