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“Why? Why was it that in cases of real love the one who is left does not more often follow the beloved by suicide? Only because the living must bury the dead? Because of the measured rites that must be fulfilled after a death? Because it is as though the one who is left steps for a time upon a stage and each second swells to an unlimited amount of time and he id watched by many eyes? Because there is a function he must carry out? Or perhaps, when there is love, the widowed must stay for the resurrection of the beloved - so that the one who has gone is not really dead, but grows and is created for a second time in the soul of the living? Why?”

Quote by Carson McCullers

Book:The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
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The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

This novel delves into the lives of diverse individuals living in a small town in Georgia, highlighting the loneliness and the search for connection among its inhabitants. The narrative weaves through the lives of these characters, showcasing their struggles and the complexities of human relationships. more

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Carson McCullers
Carson McCullers

Carson McCullers was an American author known for her unique literary style and profound insights into human nature. Her works, often set in the American South, explored themes such as loneliness, love, and identity. more

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