This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.

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This rosy mortal illusion continued to be a consolation, for I knew that we had better purpose than this.
My curiosity remained, books could mix all kinds of emotions. All these books - they were written in truth.
She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.
Can I learn to love the boring, comfortable, convenient life which is passing me by?
I don't need escape I have enough, and right now I shall live a life of sonnets, love, and dirty life in bed.
Things that people do easily could be difficult for her. Normal gestures painful, her triumphs were of the absolute ordinary.
Health and happiness are at the center of importance.
The bed messy, roses in the vase his head on the pillow. The view was so unsettlingly beautiful, This is exactly where I want to stay.
Appreciate the kind of people who lose ourselves in life. The actual experience of the world We valuably know, is everywhere because we continuously delight in life.
Shut out the world and discover the wholeness of self.