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“Then the two friends leaned back and watched the sun rise clear of the trees. “Best time of day,” said Will. Yes,” Horace agreed. “What’s for breakfast?”

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John Flanagan

John Flanagan, born on May 22, 1944, is a renowned children's literature author. His works, characterized by adventure and growth themes, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

“I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn't something I had considered, but it did not surprise me. A mortal man's strength had its limits. He spent himself and slept. He could be a good lover, but even his best skills were only guesswork - for every caress that sent a woman's head into the clouds, he might try ten that brought her back to earth.”

Men Trying Might Earth Lying Half Lovers Succeed Ten Skills Limits Consequence Surprise Lips Clouds Mortals Remembered Throat Caress Surprise Me Guesswork Good Lovers

Author:N.K. Jemisin

“But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”

People Long Soul Past Remember Waiting Broken Bears Taste Long Time Essence Structure Endure Smell Tiny Ruins Faithful Fragile Persistent Recollection Taste And Smell

Book:Swann's Way

Source: Swann's Way

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.”

Source: My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition

“A photograph of a woman crying tells me nothing about grief. Or a photograph of a woman ecstatic tells me nothing about ecstasy. What is the nature of these emotions? The problem with photography is that it only deals with appearances.”

Problem Deals Grief Emotion Cry Photography Photograph Appearance Ecstasy Ecstatic

Author:Duane Michals

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