Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. TS Eliot, East Coker, Four Quartets October 9th, 2017|Tags: Love, TS Eliot|1 Comment Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestEmail One Comment SNS 12/10/2017 at 8:40 pm - Reply The photo is Sophia’s. A favourite place, full of sky and sea. Leave A Comment Cancel reply Comment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.