Author of quotes: Sherwood Anderson
Love is like the wind on a black night, fluttering the grass under the trees. <...> Not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. We want her clarity and certainty, want to live under the trees, where the night wind blows, then immediately begins a long hot day of disappointment on the lips, hot and still soft after making out, squeaky settles the dust from the wheels.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 13:41
He never got what he wanted from life and what he wanted, he didn't know.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 13:41
The woman he loved as devotedly as subsequently hated all women.
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MegaMozg 18-01-2017 / 13:41
If you do not cannot resist sin, give yourself to him.