“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”

—Zelda Fitzgerald

“...A strange art, music; the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and exact as algebra.”

—Guy de Maupassant

“we have come so far and gone nowhere. we have lived so long and hardly at all.”

—Charles Bukowski.

“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. ”

—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.”

—Hermann Hesse, Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Liebe
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