The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

Remember those who hits you are those who want to or can't be you ,forget them you are the best

We had sweated the labor, the pilgramige. Now we wanted the blessing.

He gave me a look, but in the dusk I couldn’t make out very well what it conveyed.  Then he bent over his mother, kissing her.  “My news isn’t particularly satisfactory.  I’m going for you.” “Oh you humbug!” she replied.  But she was of course delighted. CHAPTER

Written By Henry James

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