Je n'aime pas les bruns qui chantent blond.

Just because we care for them and love them truly it does'nt mean they have to love and be together with us. God has other ideas and fate is pretty hard to beat.

Four A.M. and the darkness had a quality of inexorability and menace as though it would never lift, as though, without anyone noticing it, the dawn of the day before had been the beginning of the last light ever in the history of the world.

M. de Rollebon was my partner; he needed me in order to exist and I needed him so as not to feel my existence.

Written By Jean-Paul Sartre

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