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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
  • When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on her exclaiming, "What beautiful stars and what a glorious night!" the Secretary said "Yes," but seemed to prefer to see the night and the stars in the light of her lovely little countenance, to looking out of window.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Charles Dickens Quotes , Love Quotes , Beautiful Quotes