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"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
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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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"Moments always blossom more beautifully in memories."
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"I remember our childhood dayswhen life was easyand math problems hard.Mom would help us with our homeworkand dad was not at home but at work.After our chores, we'd go to the old fort museum with clips in our hair and pure joy in our hearts.You, sister, wore the bangles thatyou, brother, got as a prize from the Dentist."Why the bangles? the Dentist asked, surprised, for boys picked the stickers of cars instead."They're for my sisters, you said.Mom would treat us to a bottle of Coke,a few sips each. Then,we'd buy the sweet smelling bread from the same white vanand hand-in-hand,we'd walk to our small flat above the restaurant.I remember our childhood days.Do you remember them too?"
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"Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe."
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"I was getting frustrated with America. It's interesting how as simple a thing as, like, letting your hair grow longer changed in the world in those days."
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"How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint."
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"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
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"Oh, if I had had a friend at this moment, a friend in an attic room, dreaming by candlelight and with a violin lying ready at his hand! How I should have slipped up to him in his quiet hour, noiselessly climbing the winding stair to take him by surprise, and then with talk and music we should have held heavenly festival throughout the night!"
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"We paw at nostalgia even before we hit twenty, wanting a holiday that never happened, a wholesomeness that could not survive in the wild."
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"Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath."
Love
"In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town, -Meek at whose everlasting feetA myriad daisies play.Which, sir, are you, and which am I.Upon an August day?"
Nature
"Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away."
Nostalgia
"Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency."
Philosophy
"I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die."
Life
"To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
Love
"Split the Lark-and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled."
Art
"Faith-is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not-Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked in SteelWith Arms of Steel at either side-It joins-behind the VeilTo what, could We presumeThe Bridge would cease to beTo Our far, vacillating FeetA first Necessity."
Faith
"The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring."
Nature
"Glee! The great storm is over!"
Joy
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