my witness is the empty sky. (jack kerouac)
the sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. one should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea. (anne morrow lindbergh)
this moment will just be another story someday. (stephen chbosky)
our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. (j.p. richter) [only two days left of my thirty-fourth year]
things never happen the same way twice. (c.s. lewis)
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