On n’est heureux que par l’amour (by ‹ Candice Lesage Austen ›)

Sometimes, I think I was born about 200 years too late


The feeling of being more at home in a different time is proof that we really have lost something. But it doesn’t need to remain lost. We can talk with one another again and read and learn to how to speak again, lay on the grass outside and write, play music and watch the sun set each night. Its all there. What they had then can’t ever be forever lost because it is simply a connection between life and the human heart. All we have to do is unearth it and nurture it

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