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“The dread of enemies, a woman of enlarged soul.”
― William of Malmesbury, Chronicle of the Kings of England

“We must at the outset sadly acknowledge that Mozart, despite his passionate nature, his susceptibility to all the delights of this life and to all that is within the highest reach of the human imagination, and notwithstanding all he had experienced, enjoyed and created in the short span allotted to him, had nevertheless all his life lacked a stable and untroubled feeling of inner contentment.
Without probing deeper than we need into the causes of this phenomenon, we may in the first instance perhaps find them simply in those habitual and apparently insuperable weaknesses which we so readily, and not without some reason, perceive as somehow necessarily associated with everything in him that we most admire.”
― Eduard Morike, Mozart's Journey to Prague

“The strangest thing about jealousy is that it can populate an entire city, the whole world, with a person you have never met.”
― Annie Ernaux, The Possession

“If our language were whiskey, there would be no need for such exertions. I would merely need to pass you the glass, and you, in turn, would accept it and quietly let it slide down your throat—simple, intimate, and precise.”
― Haruki Murakami, 如果我們的語言是威士忌