Love isn't rest. Love requires you, from time to time, to rip up your soul and replant it. To dare your lover to do the same. To muster sympathy where it seemed impossible. To be, perpetually, two kids joining hands, drawing breath, and deep diving.

You are always laughing at the wrong moment; you are considered cruel and heartless when in reality you are only tough and durable. But if you would laugh when others laugh and weep when they weep then you must be prepared to die as they die and live as they live.

If God had meant Harvard professors to appear in People magazine, She wouldn&#39;t have invented The New York Review of Books.

You all know who she is. There&#39;s very little she isn&#39;t.

Written By Debbie Reynolds

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