Čak i kad je nebo prekriveno teškim oblacima, nije riječ o tome da je Sunce nestalo. Sunce je još uvijek ondje, iza oblaka.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with  the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and  well preserved body, but rather to skid in  broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up,  totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!

There was always so much encouragement, to just really take it and run with it, from Deadheads.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

Written By Jane Austen

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