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“The day was one of those early Spring days that for some mysterious reason, very hard to analyse, are felt to be ill-omened and unpleasant. Something was certainly wrong with this day! All animal nerves felt it. All human nerves felt it. All living things were irritable, restless, disturbed; sick without being sick; sad without being sad; annoyed without any apparent cause for annoyance!”

Book:A Glastonbury Romance

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A Glastonbury Romance

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John Cowper Powys

John Cowper Powys was an English novelist known for his profound psychological insights and exploration of human nature. His works are characterized by complex plots and rich symbolism, covering a wide range of themes from history to philosophy. more

“He can't know what it was like, not the first time, not the last. He can guess, but he won't ever know, not really. What it was like, what she was thinking, everything she'd never told him. Whether she thought he'd failed her, or whether she wanted him to let her go. This, more than anything, makes him feel that she is gone.”

Sad Title Celeste Ng Everything I Never Told You

Book:Everything I Never Told You

Source: Everything I Never Told You

“I love Leonard Cohen, but he's not the guy you want on in the background when you're working or whatever." "Brilliant. I've studied his poetry, of course, but never heard him sing." "My mom loved him. She had a taste for dark themes, sad music- all that regret, you know- and Cohen has this great, deep voice, rumbly, raw, but it's the words that make his songs. He was such an old, old soul, especially about relationships.”

Dark Music Poet Sad Singer Leonard Cohen

Book:The Art of Inheriting Secrets

Source: The Art of Inheriting Secrets

“He could not imagine being jealous of anibody's papa. Having the best papa in the world, Matthew would be perfectly satisfied whit him. If only he could be certain that Henry Was his papa.”

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Author:Cassandra Clare

“A Stranger There is a love I reminisce, Like a seed I've never sown. Or lips that im yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss, these things I've never known.”