It seemed to him that life’s true tragedy was to lift up one’s voice among the living and be met with indifference.
—Cristina García
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love...
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