Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
But you think of someone else, you know it well; and you know that he doesn't think of you.
from the book "" by Charlotte Brontė
But you think of someone else, you know it well; and you know that he doesn't think of you.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
It is not violence that best overcomes hate nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.