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    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #2
    Homer
    “Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”
    Homer, The Iliad

  • #3
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #4
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Donna Tartt
    “I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #7
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
    There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

  • #8
    Lord Byron
    “The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
    And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:

    Even as a broken mirror, which the glass
    In every fragment multiplies; and makes
    A thousand images of one that was,
    The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
    And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
    Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold,
    And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
    Yet withers on till all without is old,
    Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.”
    Lord Byron, The Complete Poetical Works of Byron



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