Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.
~ J.D. Salinger
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Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.
~ J.D. Salinger
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All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.
~ Marcus Aurelius
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The history of empires is the history of human misery.
~ Edward Gibbon
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