The Mother We Share - Chvrches


Résumé, Dorothy Parker
Then I realized, calmly as you resign yourself to an idea the truth of which you have long known, that the cry which had sounded over the Seine behind me years before had never ceased, carried by the river to the waters of the Channel, to travel throughout the world, across the limitless expanse of the ocean, and that it had waited for me there until the day I had encountered it.
by Albert Camus, La Chute
I like people too much or not at all.
by Sylvia Plath

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Absence, the highest form of presence.
by James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
by Uma Thurman

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I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
by Frank Lloyd Wright

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