Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

So often when I was with her, she was unreachable. Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

Back down to the ghetto again,” I said. “Good for you,” Hawk said. “Give you a chance to be a minority.” “I like you,” I said. “I am a minority.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they&#39;re starting to rust and buckle a bit.

I&#39;m interested in everthing but passionate about nothing.

Jeanne Calment

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Written By Jeanne Calment

Written By Jeanne Calment

Written By Jeanne Calment

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