then go to my room where solitude gaped whale-jawed wide to swallow me entire.

France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can&#39;t tear the toilet paper.

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

Quality time does not mean that we have to spend our together moments gazing into each other’s eyes. It means that we are doing something together and that we are giving our full attention to the other person.

Written By Gary Chapman

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