muddle of farewells before we put off; we talked a little about the boat, our fellow-passengers and our prospects, and then I said: “I think you mentioned last night a name I know—that of Mr. Porterfield.” “Oh no I didn’t!

It's hard to tell the truth, and yet the truth is that she's the one who's rejected me.

Love is feeling in the heart
that completes the soul.

Perhaps we don&#39;t need these religious concoctions to pillow the fear of death. Just the fact that there is an unknown, and something greater, can bring a feeling of peace. That&#39;s enough for me.

Written By Brad Pitt

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