"As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then th...

But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.
~ Gustave Flaubert ~












But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: th...
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