You can tell the greatness of a man by what makes him angry

But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

We are too much far away,
                    from each other,
  As long as we live,
  Can't fill the distance, with our love.

‎"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?"  "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of."  "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

Written By Hans Christian Andersen

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