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“Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes.”
― Charles Dickens
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“Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes.”
― Charles Dickens

“I come in a world of iron... to make a world of gold”
- Cervantes
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1 day ago
“I come in a world of iron... to make a world of gold”
- Cervantes

"But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasure's a wayward distraction
This is my one lucky prize"
- Isolation, Joy Division
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2 days ago
But if you could just see the beauty
These things I could never describe
These pleasures a wayward distraction
This is my one lucky prize
- Isolation, Joy Division

“The courthouse clock struck the hour. The sounds blew across a town that was empty, emptier than it had ever been. Over empty streets and empty lots and empty lawns the sound faded.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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3 days ago
“The courthouse clock struck the hour. The sounds blew across a town that was empty, emptier than it had ever been. Over empty streets and empty lots and empty lawns the sound faded.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."
- John Muir
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4 days ago
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
- John Muir

"So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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5 days ago
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

"Fancies are like shadows... you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things."
- L.M. Montgomery
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6 days ago
Fancies are like shadows... you cant cage them, theyre such wayward, dancing things.
- L.M. Montgomery

"But, there were other echoes, from a distance, that rumbled menacingly in the corner all through this space of time."
- A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
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1 week ago
But, there were other echoes, from a distance, that rumbled menacingly in the corner all through this space of time.
- A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

"Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate."
- Wilfred Owen
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1 week ago
Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
 - Wilfred Owen

"I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real."
- Hunter S. Thompson , The Rum Diary
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1 week ago
I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.
- Hunter S. Thompson , The Rum Diary

Welcome to today's edition of Name That Close! Who knows which close off the Royal Mile this is? ... See MoreSee Less

1 week ago
Welcome to todays edition of Name That Close! Who knows which close off the Royal Mile this is?

"To look over the South Bridge and see the Cowgate below full of crying hawkers, is to view one rank of society from another in the twinkling of an eye."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
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2 weeks ago
To look over the South Bridge and see the Cowgate below full of crying hawkers, is to view one rank of society from another in the twinkling of an eye.
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes

"Before I arrived in sight of it, all that remained of day was a beamless amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon."
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
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2 weeks ago
Before I arrived in sight of it, all that remained of day was a beamless amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

"There is but one reality: drink."
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
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2 weeks ago
There is but one reality: drink.
- Les Misérables, Victor Hugo

"What hath night to do with sleep?"
- John Milton, Paradise Lost
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2 weeks ago
What hath night to do with sleep?
- John Milton, Paradise Lost
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