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"'Oh! stars and clouds and winds, ye are all about to mock me; if ye really pity me, crush sensation and memory; let me become as nought; but if not, depart, depart, and leave me in darkness.'"
— Jun 06, 2026 02:07PM
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Jude
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"When the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation."
— Aug 25, 2026 09:45PM
Jude
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"The only joy that he can now know will be when he composes his shattered spirit to peace and death."
— Aug 24, 2026 07:23PM
Jude
is on page 186 of 224
"I fear, my beloved girl," I said, "little happiness remains for us on earth; yet all that I may one day enjoy is centered in you."
— Aug 23, 2026 08:39PM
Jude
is on page 166 of 224
"I do not know," said the man, "what the custom of the English may be, but it is the custom of the Irish to hate villains."
— Aug 22, 2026 12:33PM
Jude
is on page 152 of 224
"But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be--a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself."
— Jul 20, 2026 08:06PM
Jude
is on page 133 of 224
"The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food."
— Jun 06, 2026 06:45AM
Jude
is on page 111 of 224
"'Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.'"
— May 26, 2026 09:18AM
Jude
is on page 84 of 224
"'But now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.'"
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"The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die -- was but a type of me."
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Genuinely nobody is doing this type of poetic prose like Shelley did in 1818 holy shit
— May 13, 2026 07:31PM
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"The wounded deer dragging its fainting limbs to some untrodden brake, there to gaze upon the arrow which had pierced it, and to die -- was but a type of me."
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Genuinely nobody is doing this type of poetic prose like Shelley did in 1818 holy shit
Jude
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"I never held anything so utterly destroyed."
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"Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction."
— May 05, 2026 05:39AM
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"Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction."
Jude
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"There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious -- painstaking; a workman to execute with perseverance and labor -- but besides this, there is a love for the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am about to explore."
— May 04, 2026 08:20PM

