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We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.
— Elizabeth Bibesco
socialite, playwright, poet, short story writer
1897 – 1945
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
