This was it. The days are full with the perfume of happiness, a peculiar easiness as life became deeper.

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This was it. The days are full with the perfume of happiness, a peculiar easiness as life became deeper.
She is fire and water. For the first time, she is vivid, free, and full of life, and shall go on living so complete.
I had an overwhelming desire - a compulsion - to be full of hope.
A heart full of forgiveness is a new level of greatness.
When we find ourselves wanting nothing, when one is so full joy emanates from inside and I feel now as if I want to live each day in the absolute fact the sun is shining.