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“Memories do not change, and change is the law of existence. If our dead, the closest, the most beloved, were to return to us after a long absence and instead of the old, familiar trees were to find in our souls English gardens and stone walls - that is to say, other loves, other tastes, other interests, they would gaze upon us sadly and tenderly for a moment, wiping away their tears, and then return to their tombs to rest.”

Quote by Teresa de la Parra

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Teresa de la Parra
Teresa de la Parra

Teresa de la Parra, born on October 5, 1889, was a prominent Mexican novelist. Her works deeply depicted the social reality of Mexico, showcasing the status and destiny of women in traditional society. more

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