The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.
The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories