In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
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the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen
I don’t think you can understand somebody until they begin to rely on you heavily; or they begin to ignore you because they are awfully afraid of losing you. It’s like playing the opposite really; we begin to let somebody know more about us and then we begin to drive them away but we still hope for them to come back to us. It’s quite bewildering actually.
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the first and the last look
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He looked at her the way all women wanted to be looked at by a man
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one deserves more.
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Grand Central Station, NYC, 1941. The light does not stream in like this anymore because the buildings around the station are too tall.
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