He sat on, her cold hand pressed to his face and the last shreds of her Father’s shining garment lighting the jewels on her feet.


    — Pauline Gedge, from Child of the Morning

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The world is gone, I must carry you.


    — Paul Celan, from “Vast, glowing vault”, (trans. Michael Hamburger)

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[When we’re all gone—you dear Liesl, though you’re much the youngest, and Magnus—there may be a few who will still prove a point with ‘Ramsay says…’”’]
“Egoist!


    — Robertson Davies, from World of Wonders

And the child, gazing at me with dark-lashed eyes, laughed.


    — Lynn Cullen, from Mrs. Poe

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[She didn’t look back when he spoke again.] “You don’t, Kestrel, even though the god of lies loves you.”


    — Marie Rutkoski, from The Winner’s Curse

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I would always feel closest to the man who had disappointed me.


    —

Sherman Alexie, from “War Dances” in Great Short Stories by Contemporary Native American Writers 


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