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"Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?"
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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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"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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"Sometimes, looking at the many books I have at home, I feel I shall die before I come to the end of them, yet I cannot resist the temptation of buying new books. Whenever I walk into a bookstore and find a book on one of my hobbies - for example, Old English or Old Norse poetry - I say to myself, "What a pity I can't buy that book, for I already have a copy at home."
Books
"I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left."
Pessimism
"There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again,There is a street close by forbidden to my feet,There's a mirror that's seen me for the very last time,There is a door that I have locked till the end of the world.Among the books in my library (I have them before me)There are some that I shall never open now.This summer I complete my fiftieth year;Death is gnawing at me ceaselessly."
Philosophy
"We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it."
Loss
"To think is to ignore the differences, to generalize, to abstract."
Philosophy
"Day and night, their frail and crippled ships defy the tempest."
Perseverance
"The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing."
Legacy
"All things left her, allBut one. Her highborn courtlinessAccompanied her to the end,Beyond the rapture and its eclipse,In a way like an angel's. Of ElviraThe first thing that I saw - such years ago -Was her smile and also it was the last."
Poetry
"Useless to tell myself that a dreamand the memory of yesterday are the same thing."
Philosophy
"Man's memory shapesIts own Eden within."
Memory
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