That is the tragedy of language, my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong.

După o anumită vârstă, începem să afişăm o mască de siguranţă şi certitudini. Cu timpul, masca asta se lipeşte de faţă şi nu se mai poate desprinde.

I think, knowing full well that we always try to interpret things in accordance with what we want ant as they are.

Миризмите остават с нас най-дълго, забравен аромат ни връща отдавна погребани спомени и чувства.

Written By Nora Roberts

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