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“I love
all things,
not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don't know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine:
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives and
scissors --
all bear
the trace
of someone's fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Please — consider me a dream.”
― Franz Kafka

“There is always something left to love.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.”
― Woody Allen