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anyone else // pvris
Excuse me! Excuse me, sir!
We got a problem?
literature: the goldfinch by donna tartt (theo decker & boris pavlikovsky)
endless list of good books: [4/?] âł the goldfinch by donna tartt
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we donât get to choose our own hearts. We canât make ourselves want whatâs good for us or whatâs good for other people. We donât get to choose the people we are.
â A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we donât get to choose our own hearts. We canât make ourselves want whatâs good for us or whatâs good for other people. We donât get to choose the people we areâ
And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.
âCaring too much for objects can destroy you. Onlyâif you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesnât it? And isnât the whole point of thingsâbeautiful thingsâthat they connect you to some larger beauty?â
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
âA great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we donât get to choose our own hearts. We canât make ourselves want whatâs good for us or whatâs good for other people. We donât get to choose the people we are.â â Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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call me spineless, but at least iâve got a heart between my lungs
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