août 2012
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A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my...
– Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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Midway upon the journey of our life,
I found myself within a forest dark,
For...
– Dante Alighieri, Inferno, from the Divine Comedy
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A breath of music or of a dream, of something that would make me almost feel,...
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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My witness is the empty sky.
– Jack Kerouac
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My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
– Edith Sitwell
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What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther...
– Egyptian Book of the Dead
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“She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon … it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.”
Anaïs Nin, Snowdrops of winter … crocuses of spring, from Aphrodisiac
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Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas...
– Richard Feynman