It's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways,
but it's that place in between that we fear . . . . It's like being between trapezes.
It's Linus when his blanket is in the dryer. There's nothing to hold on to .
– Marilyn Ferguson
1 comment:
Entre trapézios... Às escuras! Nem sequer sabes se há algo em que te agarrar no fim do salto! Resta simplesmente a esperança :)
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