"We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest."
"One has only to set a loved human being against the fact that we are all in peril all the time to get back a sense of proportion. What does anything matter compared to the reality of love and its span, so brief at best, maintained against such odds?"
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Source: May Sarton (2014). “Journal of a Solitude”, p.56, Open Road Media
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