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  • #1
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #2
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is no friend as loyal as a book.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #3
    Milan Kundera
    “Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #4
    Milan Kundera
    “Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #5
    Barack Obama
    “Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”
    Barack Obama

  • #6
    Paulo Coelho
    “When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

  • #7
    Paulo Coelho
    “One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

  • #9
    Walt Whitman
    “Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.”
    Walt Whitman

  • #10
    Walt Whitman
    “Do I contradict myself?
    Very well then I contradict myself,
    (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #11
    Lewis Carroll
    “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #12
    Milan Kundera
    “for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.”
    Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being



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