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“It’s true that I feel content and curious, but sometimes I’m also frightened. Waiting on the Other Side may be total desolation, eternal wandering of the sidereal plane calling out for help over and over. No. It won’t be like that. There will be light, a lot of light. My moments of uncertainty are very brief. Life pulls me back in and it’s hard for me to leave it behind.”

Quote by Isabel Allende

Book:Violeta

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Violeta

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Isabel Allende
Isabel Allende

Isabel Allende, born on August 2, 1942, is a renowned Chilean writer known for her magical realism style. Her works have gained widespread popularity, with notable titles including 'Love in the Time of Cholera' and 'The House of the Spirits'. more

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