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The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

To learn what is good, a thousand days are not sufficient; to learn what is evil, an hour is too read more

To learn what is good, a thousand days are not sufficient; to learn what is evil, an hour is too long.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and read more

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

There is no retracing our steps.

There is no retracing our steps.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.