The days were quiet. They did not feel particularly quiet or happy but through them ran the sense, like an underground river, that there would come a time when these days would be looked back on as happiness, all that life could give of contentment and peace.
John McGahern from That They May Face the Rising Sun (via gravellyrun)
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to be able to discern what is true, and what is right, and what is lasting is the ultimate, wise up.

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