Anne Bronte Quotes
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
I think life changes every year. This is just a little more comfortable.
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If you file your waste-paper basket for fifty years, you have a public library.
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