Words are symbols for shared memories. If I use a word, then you should have some experience of what the word stands for. If not, the word means nothing to you.

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

When angered she had a terrible eye which could blanch the skin off a bad child as easily as if he were a boiled almond.

Written By John Steinbeck

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