The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

En los cuentos infantiles, las princesas besan a los sapos, que se transforman en príncipes. En la vida real, las princesas besan a los príncipes, que se transforman en sapos.

Caminhais em direcção da solidão. Eu, não, eu tenho os livros

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

Written By Emil Cioran

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