Wo auch immer man hingeht, ein Teil bleibt immer zurück.
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U know how in winter it gets so cold and u think u will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot u think u will never be cold again I think that is how it is with ur feelings like when u r sad u think u will never be happy and when u r happy u think u will never be sad. But u will be hot again and u will be cold again and u will be sad again but most of all u will be happy again

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Maxfield Parrish,Contentment, 1927.
Thanks to glassmurmur for reminding me about Parrish! He’d totally fallen off my radar despite being awesome. He’s definitely getting a photo set.

The books we read help to shape who we are. Reading offers us, as children, our first independence- allowing us to travel far beyond the confines of our immediate world. Books introduce us to great figures in history, narratives that stir our spirit, fictions that tug us out of ourselves and into the lives of a thousand others, and visions of every era through which human beings have lived. And in the process of stretching who we are, books also connect us to all others- of our own or previous times- who have read what we’ve read. In the community of readers, we instantly become linked to those who share our love for specific characters or passages.

A well-composed book,’ says Caroline Gordon, ‘is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way.

"  - Ben Jacobs, Quotable Book Lover

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