la poésie de l'automne

"낭비한 시간에 대한 후회는 더욱더 심한 시간낭비이다.
Regret for wasted time is more wasted time."

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임병준

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"I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways."

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Rumi

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"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

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Ernest Hemingway

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"I read my books at night, under the quilt with the overheated reading lamp. Reading all those good lines while suffocating. It was magic."

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Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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"The world is crammed with delightful things. I think young people make such a mistake about that — not letting themselves be happy. I sometimes think that happiness is the only thing that counts."

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Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

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"The white of the eye is a bed frame. the iris is a base for the mattress of the pupil on which a ghost of ourselves rests while we are dreaming."

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Malcolm de Chazal

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"She was so much a personality and so little anything else that even staring straight at her he had no idea what she really looked like."

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Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections

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"She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do."

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William Faulkner

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"Maybe I’m dreaming you. Maybe you’re dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other’s dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other."

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Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

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"No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful."

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Eleanor Roosevelt

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"She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl."

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Jean Rhys

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"They were together constantly, for lunch, for dinner, and nearly every evening- always in a sort of breathless hush, as if they feared that any minute the spell would break and drop them out of this paradise of rose and flame."

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

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"He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity."

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Ellen Schreiber, Vampire Kisses

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"I know you’re in this room, I’m sure I heard you sigh, floating in between where our worlds collide."

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Muse

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