Food for thought.

[happychemist]

They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon

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[jess_faraday]

Word.

[adventurat]

That, in itself, is reason enough to be grateful for getting older.

[jimmyhk]

I love that book to bits. She wrote amazing collection of short stories, also. Might want to give it a try. :)