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What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself. (A.P. Chekhov)
Dante olive oil, I love Italy
most days i am a museum of things i want to forget
(E.E.Scott)
...as young and as ancient as Spring.... (The Lord of the Rings)
And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. (Christopher Poindexter)
I remember everything
Were you the one I saw today reading my favourite book on the bus?
Esther Perel: Mating in Captivity
Gregory Orr, The Caged Owl; “The Dinner”
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But I've always believed that what you get when you love someone is greater than what you risk. (Chakotay)
No pain means the end of feeling; each of our joys is a bargain with the devil. (Charles Bukowski)
from john ciardi’s translation of “the inferno” by dante alighieri
Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)
“I mean only a look, or a smile, or a glance of the eye, or the trembling of an arm or a hand when the young woman has had occasion to touch me; and because I have been weak enough to tremble even at Mabel’s breath, or her brushing me with her clothes, my vain thoughts have misled me.”
Fernando Pessoa // Franz Kafka