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  • Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
  • 4 years ago



    Tags : Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes , Love Quotes , Morning Quotes
  • A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.
  • 4 years ago



    Tags : Maya Angelou Quotes , Love Quotes , Morning Quotes