In the end, only three things matter
How much you loved
How gently you lived
And how gracefully you let go
Of things not meant for you
Buddha
How much you loved
How gently you lived
And how gracefully you let go
Of things not meant for you
Buddha
...sometimes broken things make the best building supplies. and we'll keep on building. hearts aren't made of glass, they're made of muscle, and blood, and something else. and they don't so much as break, as bend and tear. we have what it takes to keep it together; and move on. --Defiance, Ohio
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