When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. - ponka - Blog.hr

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utorak, 27.04.2010.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

My home is not a place, it is people.
All things are difficult before they are easy.
You have to have funny faces and words, you can't just have words. It is a powerful thing, and I think that's why it's hard for people to imagine that women can do that, be that powerful.
People will buy anything that is one to a customer.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
One of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.
I have very strong feelings about how you lead your life. You always look ahead, you never look back.






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