As Good as Gold

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it’s easy to spot an angel you just gotta start telling a story in a group situation when people are too busy talking over each other to hear you. look for that one person who notices and makes eye contact and smiles encouragingly till you’ve finished talking– that’s the angel. same genus as that friend who, when everyone else is jokily slagging you off about something, notices that one comment has hit a nerve and subtly changes the subject or says something in your defence. these people are pure and go straight to heaven.

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always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.

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“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss 

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too pure for this world

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Domus Civita, Civita di Bagnoregio, Italy

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“So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.”  ― Roald Dahl