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"Life is a flowing river. We came from earth and water. We will go back there after the magic of life."
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"Clear skies do not promise rain."
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"Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life."
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"Every flower returns to sleep with the earth."
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"Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts."
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"A puddle repeats infinity, and is full of light; nevertheless, if analyzed objectively, a puddle is a piece of dirty water spread very thin on mud."
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"I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists..."
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"When I am in nature, my heart dances with butterflies and sings along with flowers."
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"A planet without birds is a planet without angels!"
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"If the rowan's roots are shallow, it bears no crown."
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"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
Being
"Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution."
Revolution
"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."
Existence
"I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading."
Time
"A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past."
Home
"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
Literature
"Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths-until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about."
History
"His heart missed a beat and never regretted the lovely loss."
Emotion
"I was an infant when my parents died.Thye both were ornithologists. I've triedSo often to evoke them that todayI have a thousand parents. Sadly theyDissolve in their own virtues and recede,But certain words, chance words I hear or read,Such as "bad heart" always to him refer,And "cancer of the pancreas" to her."
Grief
"And yet I shall try again: "they are murdering me!"--all right, all together once more: "they are murdering me!" and again: "murdering"... I want to write this in such a way that you will cover your ears, your membranaceous, simian ears that you hide under strands of beautiful feminine hair--but I know them, I see them, I pinch them, the cold little things, I worry them with my fingers to somehow warm them, bring them to life, render them human, force them to hear me."
Emotion
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