I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.
I never understood true happiness I never understood true joy but when you tried on your first pair of rain boots I began to understand
To have been loved so deeply even though the person who loved us is gone will give us some protection forever
Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, page 299
In the end only three things matter how much you loved how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
Travel because you have no idea who you are until you experience yourself through different people and realize how we're all the same
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