“His disappearance was not to be seen in her eyes. Long stranger to his voice she had become. As though he was never there, not in her home nor in her heart”
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“His disappearance was not to be seen in her eyes. Long stranger to his voice she had become. As though he was never there, not in her home nor in her heart”
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La cosa importante è di non smettere mai di interrogarsi. La curiosità esiste per ragioni proprie. Non si può fare a meno di provare riverenza quando si osservano i misteri dell'eternità, della vita, la meravigliosa struttura della realtà. Basta cercare ogni giorno di capire un po' il mistero. Non perdere mai una sacra curiosità. ( Albert Einstein )
Miłość nie istnieje w sobie, ale w nas, jest naszym osobistym dziełem. " - Marcel Proust
