Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
I want to age the way that life makes you age, because there's beauty in autumn and winter and I think people… — Helen Baxendale Copy Share Image
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
