August 8th

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

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August 8th

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

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August 8th

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

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August 7th

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

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August 6th

Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.

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August 5th

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

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August 4th

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

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August 3rd

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

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August 2nd

The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.

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August 1st

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

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