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Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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- Virginia Woolf
“…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via myhorancanpiercethesky)
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- Tricia Hersey
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Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre and Jean-Luc Godard gather to distribute copies of the Maoist newspaper “La Cause du Peuple” on the street after it is banned by the government, Paris, 1970.
- Donna Tartt
Je suis nostalgique d'une vie que je n'ai pas connu
“I’m nostalgic for a life that I have never known.” (via thecityofdreaming)
Nunca en mi vida he ‘amado’ a ningún pueblo ni colectivo, ni al pueblo alemán, ni al francés, ni al norteamericano, ni a la clase obrera, ni a nada semejante. En efecto, sólo 'amo’ a mis amigos y el único género de amor que conozco y en el que creo es el amor a las personas.
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