The object of love is not getting something you want but doing something for the well-being of the one you love.

Though we may not be near our hearts entwined we will never be apart ❤️

Her sigh was a benediction—an ecstatic surety that she was youth and beauty now as much as she would ever know. For another instant life was radiant and time a phantom and their strength eternal—then there was a bumping, scraping sound as the rowboat scraped alongside. Up

I have never been able to look upon America as young and vital but rather as prematurely old, as a fruit which rotted before it had a chance to ripen.

Written By Henry Miller

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