Go nowhere on a horse that fades, for your dreams will betray you.

She flaunts her gown of lightning for none to give a check, a modest women holds her dignity by burning anyone that tries to arrest.

There’s only one utter ending for each of us, and it isn’t one we reach toward. Until then, it’s the next change, and the next change, and the next. And profound change, even when it’s the one you prayed for, is displacing.

I want any excuse to come home. My dad is not a spring chicken any more. If anyone says, &#39;Go buy a postage stamp in London,&#39; I&#39;ll go and do it.

Written By Emily Mortimer

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