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The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
I want to be left alone.
I want to be left alone.
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
I'm still the little southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks who really didn't feel like she belonged.
I'm still the little southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks who really didn't feel like she belonged.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. - The Silence of the Sea.
The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie. - The Silence of the Sea.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
