Works for me. For the ones we love, today we’re allies. Tomorrow we resume our natural order of mortal enemies. Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely for all of us, have we an accord? (Acheron)

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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