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    Emily Brontë
    “I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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    Oscar Wilde
    “Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it comes into existence.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #3
    William Blake
    “As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.”
    William Blake

  • #4
    Gustave Flaubert
    “Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”
    Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

  • #5
    “The mind only knows what lies near the heart, that alone is
    conscious of our affections. No disease is worse to a sensible man
    than not to be content with himself.”
    Saemund Sigfusson, The Elder Eddas of Saemund Sigfusson; and the Younger Eddas of Snorre Sturleson

  • #6
    Thomas Wolfe
    “. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

    Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

    Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

    O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

    O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
    Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

  • #7
    William Shakespeare
    “The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud,if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.”
    William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well



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