"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Credit : Javier Mayoral
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Medium: oil,canvas
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âI simply canât relax. My mind is like a brook, always running, always seeking, always murmuring. I was born with an arrow in my heart, and it is painful to pull it and it is painful to leave it.â
â Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal
As we leave the front pages in bed With the war raging on in our heads I could write a swath of humanity off âCause of something that I just read
But I donât want to fight fire with fire And I donât want to preach to the choir Giving just as much hell as I get To people Iâd probâly like if I met
So whether these days leave you laughing or crying If youâre doing your best to be kind This land is as much yours as mine As god is my witness I made this for you