"A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy."
George Jean Nathan.
"She was a curious girl, a wanderer, who spent her summers chasing fluttering pieces of prose and eating strawberries."
"Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with it’s stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy."
Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories
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