Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?
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Of course they are real islands,' said the man in evening dress.
It’s always about timing. If it’s too soon, no one understands. If it’s too late, everyone’s forgotten.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?