i stole this lovely quote from a friends blog. she got it from a book she recently read. i have no idea what the book is about (other than what torrie wrote about it on her blog post) but this little excerpt struck me as interesting. so thanks torrie!!
"This is what I know: We are all a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or as good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly-layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love--it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together."
happy friday folks :)