Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it. Mark Twain
Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
Forgiveness is not afforded to me / I have to learn to understand unforgiveness.
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