"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.“ -  Tom Stoppard

 "We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.“ -  Tom Stoppard

tags: All Too Fondly,

from: https://alltoofondly.tumblr.com/post/22358237878