L'atto sessuale senza amore non riempie mai il baratro che divide due creature umane, se non in modo assolutamente momentaneo.

They sat back down again, across from each other at the table, and took turns opening up about what was in their hearts. Things they had not put into words for ages, things they'd been holding back deep in their souls. Removing the lids on their hearts, pulling open the doors of memory, revealing honest feelings, as the other, all the while, listened quietly.

It's almost impossible to read a fine thing without wanting to do a fine thing.

Our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find truth.

Written By Madeleine L'Engle

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