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“No matter how empty it may be, this is still my heart. There's still some human warmth in it. Memories, like seaweed wrapped around pilings on the beach, wordlessly waiting for high tide. Emotions that, if cut, would bleed. I can't just let them wander somewhere beyond my understanding.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.”
― George Eliot