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“O Don Quixote, wise as thou art brave,
La Mancha's splendor and of Spain the star!
To thee I say that if the peerless maid,
Dulcinea del Toboso, is to be restored
to the state that was once hers, it needs must be
that thy squire Sancho take on his bared behind,
those sturdy buttocks, must consent to take
three thousand lashes and three hundred more,
and well laid on, that they may sting and smart;
for those are the authors of her woe
have thus resolved, and that is why I've come,
This, gentles, is the word I bring to you.”
― Don Quixote
La Mancha's splendor and of Spain the star!
To thee I say that if the peerless maid,
Dulcinea del Toboso, is to be restored
to the state that was once hers, it needs must be
that thy squire Sancho take on his bared behind,
those sturdy buttocks, must consent to take
three thousand lashes and three hundred more,
and well laid on, that they may sting and smart;
for those are the authors of her woe
have thus resolved, and that is why I've come,
This, gentles, is the word I bring to you.”
― Don Quixote
“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.”
― Seven Gothic Tales
― Seven Gothic Tales
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
― What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
― The Giving Tree
― The Giving Tree
“Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
― Where the Sidewalk Ends
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
― Where the Sidewalk Ends
Genevieve’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Genevieve’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
981 books
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171 friends
1,391 books
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14 friends
388 books
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36 friends
525 books
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40 friends
792 books
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196 friends
1,141 books
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42 friends
248 books
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89 friends
48 books
|
65 friends
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