“Or is it just that the world upwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you're ready to see it anew?”
“The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.”
“Was it an accident I saw that...or is it just that the world unwraps itself to you, again and again, as soon as you are ready to see it anew.”
“Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?”
“Beneath it his skin was milky white, serene and unlined, ready to begin anew, ready for the world to write upon it.”
“Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.”