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Pînă cînd nu te iubeam

February 3, 2016

That’s the paradox: the only time most people feel alive is when they’re suffering, when something overwhelms their ordinary, careful armour, and the naked child is flung out onto the world.

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

Aș putea scrie vrute și nevrute despre cîntecul sau rîndurile de mai sus, dar uneori lucrurile simple sunt mai frumoase. Citatele le găsiți în scrisoarea de aici.

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