If its not love then it must be hate and if its not hate then it must be something greater or immeasurable or something that could not disintergrate but decipate and disappear into space into nothingness which is no less then what fate would have it to be.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

"When times are hard, put extra effort, reduce crying and negetive thoughts, have faith and the rest God will provide."

To know when to be generous and when firm—that is wisdom.

Written By Edith Wharton

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