Red Camellias
Quand ce camélia changera de couleur
“learn to fly”
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wrst-coast
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She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
Brian Andreas
1 year ago
We have forgotten how to face life without losing a grip either on our humanity or on reality
Stephen Budiansky
1 year ago
People say they “find” love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
Young men go to war, sometimes because they have to, sometimes because they want to. Always, they feel they are supposed to.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
It is the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn’t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.
Mitch Albom
1 year ago
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