The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.
Gustave Flaubert
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Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you too When it is misty in the evenings and I am out walking by myself it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
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The morality of art consists for everyone in the side that flatters its own interests. People do not like literature.
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