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- it was a wonderful night, the kind of night, dear reader, which is only possible when we are young.
- for, afterall, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments.
- i like revisiting, at certain times, the places where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.
- and I do nothing but dream every day that at last I shall meet some one. Oh, if only you knew how often I have been in love in that way.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
- for, afterall, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments.
- i like revisiting, at certain times, the places where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.
- and I do nothing but dream every day that at last I shall meet some one. Oh, if only you knew how often I have been in love in that way.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights