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  • Елена Захарьеваhas quoted2 years ago
    The Welsh say, “She is casting rain,” not “it is raining,” and in Pwyll’s day men still knew why. Rain and sun, crops and the wombs of beasts and women, all were ruled by that old, mysterious Goddess from whose own womb all things had come in the beginning. The wild places were Hers, and the wild things were Her children.
  • b5358052395has quoted2 years ago
    floundered and snorted

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  • i funnyhas quotedlast year
    Walter R. Brooks

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  • Mei Hoànghas quoted2 months ago
    dozen other animals who were resting after their dip.
  • minh chau nguyen vuonghas quotedlast year
    You didn’t have to be so rough, Jinx,” he complained. “I wasn’t doing any harm
  • Karla Jhas quoted2 years ago
    If someone wants to pour earth over our faces, we can just avert our gaze and keep on as we were. Like the herders of the Altai. That actually is how we live, you know, every day.’
  • Karla Jhas quoted2 years ago
    ‘But doesn’t that leave us incredibly isolated? If we can’t convince a single person, not anyone at all, and if no one has any interest in our graves, you say we can simply turn away and go alone into the wilderness. Without knowing
    where it is we’re going. We might have to spend our days with only the sheep and stars to gaze at. The stars die and are born again, and it must be the same for the sheep, mustn’t it?
  • Letícia Russohas quoted2 years ago
    ‘By now you will have become aware that the third cave corresponds to the third hole of the flesh and blood body that belongs to me. But the cave also belongs to you. It was only through you that it acquired its particular character. The body is a passageway – a channel, without which the two of us would not be able to exist in the way we do now, the way I know you and you know me. Without their mirror images, our original forms would not exist. The third cave is the third mirror. Love is the act of wandering in search of an unknown cave. Somewhere underground, deep, dark, echoing, amplified, frightening, bewitching, and utterly private, a secret for me, a single ship, a single concealed place.’
  • Michelle AMhas quoted4 months ago
    The candle left out on the windowsill had melted without ever having been lit; the wax collapsed pathetically under the sun’s fierce rays, its shape suggesting the peculiar
    way love concludes.
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