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Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living among the shattered pieces.
So let us act as befits who we are, rather than who we think they might be.
She had seemed, not at peace, but emptied of sorrow. As if she had run out of that particular emotion and no other one arose to take its place.
“Are you saying I should have grown and changed only exactly as you wanted me to? Am I a plant, to be snipped and pruned and kept in a pot? Is that what you want?
What sort of a love did you have for me, that demands that I must always remain the same?
