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“PAIN. The pain doesn't elevate, it shrivels. Far from improving us, it weakens us. It does not lead to sublime thoughts, it condemns people to no longer think at all. Pain is not an ennobling privilege, quite a knocking down scourge. LA DOULEUR. " La douleur n’élève pas, elle ratatine. Loin de nous améliorer, elle nous amenuise. Elle ne conduit pas à des pensées sublimes, elle condamne à ne plus penser du tout. La douleur n’a rien d’un privilège qui ennoblit, tout d’un fléau qui fout à terre. " ( Journal d'un amour perdu - 2019 - Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt )”

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Book:Journal d'un amour perdu
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“Here's the truth about grief: loss gets integrated, not overcome. However long it takes, your heart and your mind will carve out a new life amid this weirdly devastated landscape. Little by little, pain and love will find ways to coexist. It won't feel wrong or bad to have survived. It will be, simply, a life of your own making: the most beautiful life it can be, given what is yours to live.”

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Book:It's OK That You're Not OK
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“Was it ghastly?" I remembered the sunlit summer of 1940, the crowds rushing from Paris, as from a fire, to join the snake-like lines of mattress-topped cars that drove slow, slower and slowest of all just before their closely packed passengers scattered into ditches where the dive bombers still found them. I remembered Nice with its sea and sky and palm trees still as bright as new travel posters and its sidewalks crowded with the most typical of twentieth-century tourists: displaced persons. I remembered the sensation of living in a dull fear-encircled vacuum and the incredulous joy with which I greeted my husband when he arrived hollow-eyed from his narrow escape and long hitch-hike across two countries. I remembered Lyons in the unheated winters, the wind scything between the cliff-like gray houses and inserting itself into the city's labyrinth of passageways. I remembered the turnip meals, the recurrent colds and chilblains, the disinclination to wash in icy water, the sordid temporary lodgings and false identity cards, the drearily uncomfortable atmosphere, and the exhilarating meetings with friends who had also escaped arrest. And then I remembered my husband's arrest and the nightmare that followed. "Yes," I said, repudiating stiff upper lips, "yes, it was ghastly.”

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Book:Ladies with a Unicorn
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