Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I could easily forgive his pride, had he not mortified mine
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I could easily forgive his pride, had he not mortified mine
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“ and it is sad, of course, to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does. ”
[The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab]
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller