That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what … - Janet Fitch

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I don't know how I ever lived before You are my life, my destiny Oh my darling, I love you so You mean everything to me

Janet Fitch

That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

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