“Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.” 
― William Faulkner, Light in August

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“It was the end for me. And yet not an end. In all the years which have since elapsed she remains the woman I loved and lost, the unattainable one […] I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.”

—Henry Miller, Stand Still like the Hummingbird 

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“How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven’t I done time enough, haven’t I served my term? can’t I apply for a-pardon?” 
― Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

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“To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.” 
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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“Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.” 
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

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“Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one’s life for a night of love with such an arousing woman, the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone.” 
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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“The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.” 
― Anaïs Nin

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“…for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.” 
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

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“It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.” 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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“I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.” 
― Anaïs Nin

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“She was dazzling— alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.” 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful And Damned

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“Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.” 
― Anaïs Nin

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

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“He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.” 
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold

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