22nd feb

"How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd."

From Eloisa to Abelard Alexander Pope

Comments

Rambler said…
Hey I found one more person posting this quote, so happy :)
love this movie
4 March 2007 at 05:34
Rambler said…
have u seen this movie?
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind?
7 March 2007 at 08:28
Asha Kurien said…
YUP!AND ITS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE oneS!
9 March 2007 at 15:01
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