“Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come in rushing through the door to explain that a terrible mistake has been made-- you weren't actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then, over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there. And you start to love that house, not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections.”
Quote by Frederik Backman, A Man Called Ove
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