I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.
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| — | Erich Maria Remarque |
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
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| — | Guy de Maupassant (via misswallflower) |
