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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“Today everything exists to end in a photograph.”
― Susan Sontag

“It ever was, and is, and shall be, ever-living fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.”
― Heraclitus, Fragments