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“Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating.”
― I Wrote This For You
― I Wrote This For You
“Well,’ I said, ‘Paris is old, is many centuries. You feel, in Paris, all the time gone by. That isn’t what you feel in New York — ’He was smiling. I stopped.
‘What do you feel in New York?’ he asked.
‘Perhaps you feel,’ I told him, ‘all the time to come. There’s such power there, everything is in such movement. You can’t help wondering—I can’t help wondering—what it will all be like—
many years from now.”
― Giovanni’s Room
‘What do you feel in New York?’ he asked.
‘Perhaps you feel,’ I told him, ‘all the time to come. There’s such power there, everything is in such movement. You can’t help wondering—I can’t help wondering—what it will all be like—
many years from now.”
― Giovanni’s Room
“Those who believe their suffering has been valuable love more readily than those who see no meaning in their pain.
Suffering does not necessarily imply love, but love implies suffering”
― Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity
Suffering does not necessarily imply love, but love implies suffering”
― Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity
“People can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents. Life gives these and also takes them away and the great difficulty is to say Yes to life.”
― Giovanni’s Room
― Giovanni’s Room
“Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grew rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.”
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Pratik’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Pratik’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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196 friends
639 books
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551 books
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199 books
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190 books
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182 books
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491 books
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90 books
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