What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

“هناك نوع من الكمال لا يمكن إدراكه سوى عبر التراكم غير المحدود للنقائص.”

“Some people can work their butts off and never get what they're aiming for whil…”

“De algún modo, conviertiéndome en otra persona quería liberarme de algo implíci…”

“You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet…”