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“A teardrop glittered like a diamond in the ring of her eye. When they're at the bottom, people fill their eyes with beautiful things. The world is full of art, it's just a matter of knowing how to look around you and then surrendering to inexhaustible whisperings, to small details, to longing and desire.”

Quote by Bohumil Hrabal

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Bohumil Hrabal
Bohumil Hrabal

Bohumil Hrabal was a prominent Czech writer known for his humor and satire. His works often focus on the everyday lives of ordinary people, exploring themes of humanity and social change. Hrabal's distinctive writing style has won him a wide readership. more

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