And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
If I'd seen a grown man beating a crippled boy, of course I'd intervene. If my father died and left my mother destitute, it's your instinct to take care of her. So when I started to think about it in those terms, it started to make sense to me.
It changes you a little bit every time you either break someone's heart or get your heart broken.
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