He couldn't remember having been seventeen; it was something that must have happened to him while he was busy. But it made him feel like he imagined it felt like when you were seventeen, which was like having a permanent red-hot vest on under your skin.

My dear sister, I hope, when God Almighty in his righteous providence shall take me out of time into eternity, that it will be by a flash of lightning.

Character and fate are two words for the same thing.

“In order to flow free as a bird, lighten your heart, listen to your heart, feed your heart then you can free your heart”

Written By T.J.M

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