The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.”
— Evening Solace.
There's been so much going on and I haven't seen a single person talking about Gabriel's coat.
All Quiet on the Western Front
We’re no longer young men. We’ve lost any desire to conquer the world. We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives.
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We are insensible, dead men, who through some trick, some dreadful magic, are still able to run and to kill.
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The war has ruined us for everything.
