Every heart sings a song,
incomplete, until another heart
whispers back. Those who wish to
sing always find a song. At the touch
of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
I’ve reblogged this from the Eyes+Words blog because I thought it was just great.
It’s even more amazing when you think that Plato actually started out as a wrestler. In fact Plato wasn’t even his real name, it’s a nickname from his wrestling days which means ‘stocky’ or even, if you are feeling unkind, ‘fatso’.
So if a wrestler can:
a) become one of the greatest philosophers of all time
b) express the sentiments above
c) maybe there is hope for me yet!