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- A city loyal to those handsome minds,
Her squares and parks designed for someone’s loving.
— Lawrence Durrell on Athens https://t.co/68UbYAavDJ
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- A gown stained at the arm-pits by a woman’s body.
A letter unfinished because the ink gave out.
’There are sides of the self
One can seldom show. They live on and on
In an emergency of anguish always,
Waiting for parents in another.’
— Lawrence Durrell
Anna Karina https://t.co/GGS283nDNJ
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- Books are like love letters; they are destined for a particular person. — Lawrence Durrell (1960) https://t.co/WRvWsFdVF6
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- Flashes of awareness that we live an illusion — that, and no more, is what distinguishes the greatest of men. — Fernando Pessoa https://t.co/TpVDLkskkz
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- He thought about himself, and the whole earth Of man the wonderful, and of the stars, And how the deuce they ever could have birth — And then he thought of Donna Julia’s eyes. If you think ’twas philosophy that this did, I can’t help thinking puberty assisted. — Byron https://t.co/iBJziGAmSl
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- Flashes of awareness that we live an illusion — that, and no more, is what distinguishes the greatest of men. — Fernando Pessoa https://t.co/FTTYhtt1k8
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- If you drink retsina you will live for ever, and never be a trial to your friends and to waiters. It is to be recommended most warmly. Its pungent aroma clears the mind and the palate at one blow. — Lawrence Durrell Dimitri Papadimos, Lawrence Durrell, & Peter Adam https://t.co/MVHN5QyZv6
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- I know not what tomorrow will bring. — Fernando Pessoa Pessoa’s last words, written shortly before his death (1935)

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