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But who knows how long or short this world of ours seems from the vanishing point of eternity?
“The painting hangs before the spectator with the same qualities of frankness and meaninglessness as the person who is standing before it. One
No ps gracias
A writer could suspend their soul in language, making the souls of writers like droplets of oil, suspended in the sea of life.
She knows how to write a good line
The last thing that’s needed is to judge your own heart, but then that’s the first thing you go and do. A heart rushes to judge itself. A heart should have better things to do. A heart doesn’t.
