Smiling with pleasure, they went through their memories, not sad, old people's memories, but poetic, youthful ones, those impressions from the very distant past where dream merges with reality, and they laughed softly, rejoicing at something.
Leo TolstoyI always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly
Leo Tolstoy