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“For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house”
― Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

“Daca asta n-a fost iubire, atunci ce-i iubirea?”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Ion

“Sufletul meu rătăcește aici într-un deșert fără popasuri ca o pasăre ce și-a pierdut cuibul...”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Ion

“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84