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“Allow your pain be finite. Wild things bear no grudges when they are set free.”

“This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.”

“Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and—and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?”

“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”

“Every great love has its tragedy (…) but to have known and loved you with such profound devotion,to have had you for a part of my life, the only part I now consider beautiful, is enough for me. My passion is at a loss for words, but you can understand me, you alone. Our souls were made for one another ,and by knowing yours through love ,mine has trascended many evils, understood perfection ,and entered into the divine essence of things.”

“At bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar some white sail in the mists of the horizon.”