What paracetamol is to fever, chocolate is to the blues.
There's no two ways about it! I believe chemistry has something to do with it. I call it the ultimate quick-fix.
"Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"
Maybe the Wall has some answers.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.
- Calvin (to Hobbes)
- Calvin (to Hobbes)
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- Mumbai, India
- Jaywalker. On busy highways. As a matter of policy.
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For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.
- Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
- Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
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