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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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"When I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment..."
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"Every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?..."
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"All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says."
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"Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally."
Resilience
"Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It's time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love."
Creativity
"Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself."
Life
"Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bombs. Let the silence rise from empty bellies and surge from broken hearts. The silence of the hidden and forgotten. The silence of the abused and tortured. The silence of the persecuted and imprisoned. The silence of the hanged and massacred. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so the hungry may eat my words and the poor may wear my words. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so I may resurrect the dead and give voice to the oppressed. My silence speaks."
Power
"Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life."
Love
"Your love opened up a whole world that no amount of books or wisdom could ever do."
Wisdom
"Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf's, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway's. Barcelona is GaudA's and Rome is da Vinci's. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in every cathedral. I'd like to be the child, or rather, the mother of a city but I neither have a home nor a resting place. My race is humankind. My religion is kindness. My work is love and, well, my city is the walls of your heart."
Belonging
"Don't you ever dare judge, for who among us can say that when the devil himself offered us a deal, we refused?"
Morality
"For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me."
Love
"To love is to finally live."
Love
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