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Memoirs of a Geisha(2005) |
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He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.
— Sayuri, Memoirs of a Geisha (via fleurare) |
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Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi |
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These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.
— Yann Martel, Life of Pi |
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Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the WInd (via abitofaliar) |
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