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From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

I am once again, smitten by Charles's Dickens distinctive way of description and characterization. So minimalist, exact, and terse but powerful in effect and immediate in creating an impression on a reader. He shoots his words like spiteful arrows but with poetry.

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"Love is not about finding the one and only, it's about finding yourself before you are found by someone else. Love is a like desert, you will get lost if you don't discover the well within you."

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"Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing."

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves.-

Many moments in life are overlooked. We don't capture their essence because they are frequent, familiar and routine-esque. So they go by without meaning, without quality because we are impatient. Going to the beach by yourself, sitting on a bench in some garden, sitting by the window, music on the back as you watch everything outside moving, walking down some street with your friend, not necessarily talking, looking at your mother in the kicthen...etc. Moments like these when you let them be, let them sink and give yourself to them; they offer therapy, serenity, healing and they bring meaning all along. All you have to do is surrender and become the moment. Your day, your schedules, your work, your studies, your occupations and distractions will be done, finished, and taken care of sooner or later. Don't let them finish you, that's all.

"And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking."

-Virginia Woolf, The Waves.-

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From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.

My current read.

It's beautiful when passages from a book seem to speak with you as a person behind your role as a reader. You don't have to necessarily relate to the mood or the feeling it gives, sometimes you strongly do and often times, for me, it's just genuine to experience that fleeing sense of being understood.