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"Stopped reading it for a while. But I'm back on track now" — Sep 06, 2014 01:39PM
"Stopped reading it for a while. But I'm back on track now" — Sep 06, 2014 01:39PM
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.”
― 1984
― 1984
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
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Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
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“For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.”
― The Jungle Book
― The Jungle Book
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