"sometimes you ask for a teaspoon till you taste, but you realise it would  be nice having the whole pot. Success

Eyes were not calm
His restless gaze reveals everything
He was incomplete

Life wasn't for the timid. It was harsh and it was biting. But the one thing that made it bearable was the people you cared for. It was finding that light in the darkness. That peace in hell.

Writers seldom choose as friends those self-contained characters who are never in trouble, never unhappy or ill, never make mistakes and always count their change when it is handed to them.

Written By Catherine Drinker Bowen

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