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Literary Lemonades

musings of a wanderer

Author

Neha Sharma

Wuthering Heights

“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

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The Girl with Seven Names: A North Korean Defector’s Story

“This is when I understood that we can do without almost anything – our home, even our country. But we will never do without other people, and we will never do without family.”

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Nineteen Eighty-Four

“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”

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Elements of Style: Designing a Home & a Life

“While a home provides shelter and a place to gather, it is also the safe place where we can express our feelings and enjoy some of the most important and meaningful events in our lives.”

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Dead Woman Walking

“Oh my God, we’re not going to burn, are we?”

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Witness

“He would never comprehend what I was going through unless I told him, but he’d never look at me the same way again if I did.”

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Fool Me Once

“Things can always be said later, but things can never be unheard.”

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The Ice Twins

“It’s not so much my own death that is intolerable, it’s the death of those around me. Because I love them. And part of me dies with them. Therefore all love, if you like, is a form of suicide.”

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Dark Matter

No one tells you it’s all about to change, to be taken away. There’s no proximity alert, no indication that you’re standing on the precipice. And maybe that’s what makes tragedy so tragic. Not just what happens, but how it happens: a sucker punch that comes at you out of nowhere, when you’re least expecting it. No time to flinch or brace.

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