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“And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I was perpetually grief-stricken when I finished a book, and would slide down from my sitting position on the bed, put my cheek on the pillow and sigh for a long time. It seemed there would never be another book. It was all over, the book was dead. It lay in its bent cover by my hand. What was the use? Why bother dragging the weight of my small body down to dinner? Why move? Why breathe? The book had left me, and there was no reason to go on.”
― Marya Hornbacher

“When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”
― John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems