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Nausea
by Jean-Paul Sartre

Random Line: Is it even possible to think of somebody in the past? As long as we were in love with each other we didn’t allow the tiniest of our moments, the smallest of our sorrows to be detached from us and left behind. Sounds, smells, degrees of light, even the thoughts we had not told each other ― we took all this with us and it all remained alive: we never stopped enjoying it and suffering from it in the present.

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Bleak House
by Charles Dickens

Random line: It was grand to see how the wind awoke, and bent the trees, and drove the rain before it like a cloud of smoke; and to hear the solemn thunder and to see the lightning; and while thinking with awe of the tremendous powers by which our little lives are encompassed, to consider how beneficent they are and how upon the smallest flower and leaf there was already a freshness poured from all this seeming rage which seemed to make creation new again. (page 254)