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Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts... (Act IV, Scene II) ↗

— William Shakespeare

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I know all of her moods and the way they play across her features, but I am still awed at the configuration of lips and eyes and cheeks that make up that face that I love. Out of all of the others I could have loved. My Sissy. ↗

— Ayana Mathis

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Ma è proprio il debole che deve saper essere forte e andar via, quando il forte è troppo debole per poter fare del male al debole. ↗

— Milan Kundera

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Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti. ↗

— Margaret Mazzantini

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Cerca di ricordare il momento in cui tutte le stupide innocenti cose che hai pensato della vita e dell'amore, tutte le cose che pensavi importassero, tutte le cose che pensavi fossero vere... cerca di ricordare quando si sono trasformate in bugie. -Kyle ↗

— Chad Kultgen

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Love, after all, was nothing but a glimmer of hope for the miserable – those with a lot of time and little ambition. ↗

— Umair Naeem

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I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step to take. What an insane move to make. ↗

— Francesca Marciano

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Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet. ↗

— David Mitchell

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Hello, Mary.' It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#divine #innocent #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love

فى اليوم التالى ذهبت ماريا برفقة الصبى للتنزه فى الريف المحيط بالمدينة . أخذا يتبادلان أطراف الحديث , حدثته ماريا عن رغبتها فى السفر , فاخذها بين ذراعيه على سبيل الأجابة وقبلها . أول قبلة فى حياتها ! حلمت بهذه اللحظة . كان المنظر بديعآ , طيور مالك الحزين المحلقة فى الجو والشمس الغاربة , والمنطقة شبه القاحلة بجمالها الوحشى , وصوت الموسيقى الصادحة فى البعيد .. تظاهرت ماريا بالتمنع ثم عانقته مكررة الحركة التى رآتها مرات عدة فى السينما والمجلات والتلفاز . مزغا شفتيها بعنف فوق شفتيه , محركة رأسها من جهة أخرى بشكل شبه منتظم وشبه خارج عن سيطرتها . ↗

— باولو كويلو

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