Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st, but in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
(Source: theenglishladye)
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"What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are."
-C.S. Lewis (via thelittlephilosopher)
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | 4.20 The Yoko Factor
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