We make such messes in this life, both accidently and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn't really make anything any neater. It just masks what is below. It's only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.

I want you to leave your incidental Dick, and this awful hole, and come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.

Do not dress up  your reality, it's false vanity.

She had always thought of love as something confused and furtive, and he made it as bright and open as the summer air.

Written By Edith Wharton

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