Sublime
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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Then he would leave for the underworld, where I could never go, for gods are the opposite of death.
Madeline Miller • Circe: The International No. 1 Bestseller - Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
