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“The anger came creeping back like the leak from a dripping water tank, the fall of each individual drop passing almost unnoticed until I realized I was soaked with the emotion.”

Book:My War Gone By, I Miss It So

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My War Gone By, I Miss It So

This book delves into the emotional and psychological aftermath of war, exploring the contrasting feelings of nostalgia and loss that many veterans experience after returning home. more

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Anthony Loyd

Anthony Loyd, born on September 12, 1966, is a British journalist known for his reporting on conflict zones. His career has been dedicated to in-depth coverage of areas in turmoil, renowned for his vivid storytelling and investigative journalism. more

“Rage-the biggest, truest rage of her adult life-had invaded her like a fever, but it wasn't like any fever she had known previously. It circulated like weird serum, cold on the right side of her body, then hot on the left, where her heart was. It seemed to come nowhere near her head, which remained clear.”

Heart Body Left Sides Known Clear Cold Adults Hatred Hot Rage Fever Truest

Book:Big Driver

Source: Big Driver

“I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.”

Hate Water Clear Blood Hatred Sight Invisible Obsession Range Blades Mislead Clear Water

Book:The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

Source: The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“Who hasn't sharpened the edge of his soul? When, just as our eyes are opened, we see hate, and just after learning to walk, we are tripped, and just for wanting to love, we are hated, and for no more than touching, we are hurt, which of us hasn't started to arm himself, to make himself sharp, somehow, like a knife, to pay back the hurt?”

Soul Eye Hate Hurt Walks Pay Arms Hatred Edges Hated Touching Knives

Author:Pablo Neruda

“Raw hatred took its time making an outpost of its rage and prepared for me a savage crown with rusty, bloodstained spikes. It wasn't pride that made me keep my heart at a distance from such terror, nor did I waste on revenge or the pursuit of power the forces that came from my selfish griefs or my accumulated joys. It was something else-my helplessness.”