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“A long time elapsed, and the parents had not mentioned the name of their dead child. They never spoke of the little girl they had lost; their sorrow would have become doubly heavy if it had been brought out into clear daylight, and its power acknowledged. Now they tried to push it away, not let it penetrate beyond thought. As long as words didn't help, why use them? Exchanged between two mourning people, they were only a dissonant sound, disturbing the bitter consolation of silence.”

Quote by Vilhelm Moberg

Book:The Emigrants
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The Emigrants

The Emigrants is a literary work that delves into the experiences of individuals who leave their homes to settle in new lands, examining the challenges and transformations they face during their journey. more

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Vilhelm Moberg
Vilhelm Moberg

Vilhelm Moberg, a Swedish journalist, was born on August 20, 1898, and died on August 8, 1973. He is renowned for his historical novels, the 'Larson Family' series, which depict the difficult lives of Swedish immigrants in the United States. more

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