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“I've decided that it is possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses,and still not succeed in having them love you back”

Quote by Cammie McGovern

Book:Say What You Will
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Say What You Will

This book delves into the complexities of human interaction and the journey of self-discovery through the lens of communication challenges. more

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Cammie McGovern

Cammie McGovern is an esteemed American novelist recognized for her works in young adult and children's literature. Born on August 9, 1963, she has made a notable impact on the literary scene with her compelling and thought-provoking narratives. more

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Book:The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
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“I have a habit, before leaving my flat in Prague, of checking three times to make sure I’ve shut off the gas stove, that I’ve turned off the lights in the bathroom and the water closet, and that I’ve locked the door, and then I go back once more to check on everything a fourth time, and so now, though I knew that nothing but my swan could possibly be lying there under the snow, I still brushed the snow away with trembling hands and saw the curve of her wing, and I went on brushing the snow away and yes, there was her neck, then I elbowed my way back like a sloth, and now nothing ached anymore but my heart, and so I crawled back from the riverbank to the swan again, and then again, trying to brush away more and more snow from that beautiful snowbound creature who, perhaps for my sake alone, had arranged herself in my sight so that I cried out into the dark morning and realized, bitterly, that the king of Czech comedians could go to claim his advance for this story, not to the Writers’ Publishing House, but to the very center, not of death, but of hell itself, where I will suffer pangs of guilt and remorse and shame that will pursue me into eternity, into the very heart of incalculable consequences.”

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Book:All My Cats
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