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"In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory."
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"You think you can get rid of things, and people too-leave them behind. You don't know yet about the habit they have, of coming back."
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"A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home."
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"I was adored once too."
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"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me."
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"As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her."
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"Whenever you are transplanted, like me, you will understand how very delightful it is to meet with anything at all like what one has left behind."
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"As a young girl I think I wanted to be a horse woman. I loved horses."
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"A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon."
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"Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms and looking into Natasha's wildly eager eyes, Rostov was carried back into that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the greatest pleasure in his life."
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"A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna..."
Emotion
"I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ..."
Emotion
"Suffering breaks us until there's nothing left but gentleness."
Emotion
"I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you..."
Identity
"If it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart..."
Love
"Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows..."
Nature
"We've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ..."
Love
"If you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain..."
Creativity
"Consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ..."
Life
"All day long, one storm then another-and I take your hands like gentle flowers that blossom into awareness."
Nature
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