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“Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.”
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“If you want your life to be a magnificent story
Then begin by realizing that you are the author
And everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page”
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Then begin by realizing that you are the author
And everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page”
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“Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.”
― The Catcher in the Rye
― The Catcher in the Rye
“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does the truth become error because nobody will see it.
(Young India 1924-1926)”
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(Young India 1924-1926)”
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“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
― Look Homeward, Angel
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
― Look Homeward, Angel
Deborah’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Deborah’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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