Timing clicking together, finally, pieces falling into place.
And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.
As I'm writing, certain things become clear to me and certain things begin to feel right and make sense. The pieces start to fall into place.
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.
We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?
Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things.
Into the sky to win or die.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
Man's Place in Nature.
No menos que el saber me place el dudar