And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers— shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle— to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.


H.G. Wells, from The Time Machine

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We’ll all of us follow him, by and by.

    — Clive Barker, from Imajica

Until the day when God shall deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in these two words, Wait and hope.

    — Alexandre Dumas, from The Count of Monte Cristo

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Shall I let her in?

    — Karen Maitland, from Company of Liars

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Perhaps this is the only place where it can see that history in essence is a metaphysical category.


Slavenka Drakulić, from “On the Quality of Wall Paint in Eastern Europe” in How We Survived Communism and Even Laughed

only where you sing
i poet.


Lucille Clifton, from “sisters

Favourite final sentences 

(via the-final-sentence)

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