We sailed away on a winter's day,
with fate as malleable as clay.
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"She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others."
- Kundera
- Kundera
"For a moment she discovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place." - Pasternak
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3 comments:
Winter suddenly looks warm :)
ah! Thank you! :)
lovely post
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