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“Smoke wafts and circles copiously, in sunlight; he slowly burns under her gaze. Subdued by her desire, the zealot shows again; a woman can turn a man against God.”

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“Dico amore perché non ho altra parola per definire qualcosa di indefinibile. Non ho mai saputo e non so tuttora come abbiamo trovato quel punto di equilibrio in cui i nostri desideri si incontravano senza affrontarsi, senza che uno avesse il sopravvento sull’altro, senza che nessuno dei due ne fosse leso. Non ho mai saputo e non so tuttora come raccontare quello stato di pienezza e di grazia, quell’inquietudine così simile alla perdita, quella sensazione di non essere più se stessi e di essere superati dall’altro, di dover essere all’altezza. Mi sono abbandonato a quell’amore. Non sono mai stato così libero. Non sono mai stato così bello. Volevo le sue braccia, il suo ventre, la sua bocca, la sua voce. Volevo il suo passato, il suo futuro, la sua presenza.”

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Book:La Vie, après
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“When I in dreams behold thy fairest shade Whose shade in dreams doth wake the sleeping morn The daytime shadow of my love betray’d Lends hideous night to dreaming’s faded form Were painted frowns to gild mere false rebuff Then shoulds’t my heart be patient as the sands For nature’s smile is ornament enough When thy gold lips unloose their drooping bands As clouds occlude the globe’s enshrouded fears Which can by no astron’my be assail’d Thus, thyne appearance tears in atmospheres No fond perceptions nor no gaze unveils Disperse the clouds which banish light from thee For no tears be true, until we truly see”

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Author:SwiftKey
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“By contrast, the constellations of unwillingness, of repulsion and disgust, are more solid than ever. It seems that this has generated a new energy, a counterenergy, a force that has taken the place of desire in us, a viral abreaction in response to whatever has replaced the world, the body and sex for us. Today only distaste is determined - tastes are determinate no longer. Only rejections are violent - projects are violent no longer. Our actions, our undertakings, our sicknesses have less and less in the way of 'objective' motives: they arise for the most part from a concealed self-disgust, an unacknowledged empty legacy which causes us to try to get rid of our energy by whatever means. A kind of exorcism, then, rather than a will to action. Could this be the principle of Evil in a new form, one not far removed from magic - whose epicentre, as we know, is, precisely, exorcism?”

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Book:The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena
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“But there was something else going on here. He had to admit even to himself that the woman challenged his intellect and his beliefs with her own, and she wasn’t afraid to disagree with him or to disapprove of his views. Nor did she make any attempt to school her sentiments behind the polite, prim, and proper demeanor of the typical English noblewoman. She was fierce. She was passionate. She was fiery and intense. She was like no other woman he had ever met. And suddenly, just like that, he was under her spell once again.”

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Book:King of Wands
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“Now he was kissing the shell of her ear, nipping at it gently and then soothing the nips with soft kisses. “You have no idea what you’re about to unleash if you continue.” He chuckled low once again, but said nothing as he bit the nape of her neck and gently licked it with his tongue. “You play with fire, sir.” “Let it burn, Julia. Let me be your King of Wands.”

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Book:King of Wands
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“Out of infinite desires rise finite deeds like weak fountains that fall back in early trembling arcs. But those, which otherwise in us keep hidden, our happy strengths — they come forth in these dancing tears. (Aus unendlichen Sehnsüchten steigen endliche Taten wie schwache Fontänen, die sich zeitig und zitternd neigen. Aber, die sich uns sonst verschweigen, unsere fröhlichen kräfte — zeigen sich in diesen tanzenden Tränen.)”

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Book:The Book of Images
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