Outside The Barred Window, The Sky Was Thick With Stars, And The Moon, In Its First Quarter, Was Rising
Outside the barred window, the sky was thick with stars, and the moon, in its first quarter, was rising behind the mountains. Poets loved the full moon, they wrote thousands of poems about it, but it was the new moon that Veronika loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline.
Veronika Decides To Die, Paulo Coelho
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"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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