True adventure is trusting someone even after the trust is broken.

She never knew where he was, in what city or on what continent, the day after she had seen him. He always came to her unexpectedly—and she liked it, because it made him a continuous presence in her life, like the ray of a hidden light that could hit her at any moment.

Sometimes what seems to be a difference in opinions is in fact just a difference in definitions.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours.

Written By Eric Idle

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