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The Moment We Begin To Seek Love, Love Begins To Seek Us. And To Save Us.

Suffering Occurs When We Want Other People To Love Us In The Way We Imagine We Want To Be Loved, And Not In The Way That Love Should Manifest Itself--free And Untrammeled, Guiding Us With Its Force And Driving Us On.

I'm Like Everyone Else—i See The World In Terms Of What I Would Like To See Happen, Not What Actually Does.

My Heart Might Be Bruised, But It Will Recover And Become Capable Of Seeing Beauty Of Life Once More. It's Happened Before, It Will Happen Again, I'm Sure. When Someone Leaves, It's Because Someone Else Is About To Arrive--i'll Find Love Again.

How Is It Possible For The Beauty That Was There Only Minutes Before To Vanish So Quickly?