Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is. Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees (via bookmania)
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Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be. F. Scott Fitzgerald

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