Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Author: Pablo Neruda

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Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

He who would travel happily must travel light.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.

It's impossible to protect your kids against disappointment in life.