But Even That Day, [...] It Had The Quality Of A Memory; There It Was, Before My Eyes, And Yet Too Beautiful
But even that day, [...] it had the quality of a memory; there it was, before my eyes, and yet too beautiful to believe.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).
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“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
~Leonardo da Vinci
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“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

