I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.
I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.
What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
The human heart is not unchanging (nay, changes almost out of recognition in the twinkling of an eye)...
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries avoid all entanglements lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories