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“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“I was blown up while we were eating cheese.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

“...fact takes no heed of human hopes.”
― H.G. Wells, The Sleeper Awakes

“Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray