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46cd001
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"And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye."
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figurative-language
goodbye
howards-end
parting
sad
simile
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E.M. Forster |
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046c335
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I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality--talk, footsteps, slamming doors--which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.
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donna-tartt
figurative-language
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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375eb56
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Your love for me does not exist in the real world. Yes, it is love, I do not deny it. But not every love has a course to run, smooth or otherwise, and this love has no course at all . . . But that is remote from love and remote from ordinary life. As real people we do not exist for each other.
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figurative-language
impossible-love
iris-murdoch
love
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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575d100
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Tulips were a tray of jewels.
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description
e-m-forster
figurative-language
flowers
howards-end
metaphor
tulips
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E.M. Forster |
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6a8d639
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"He's a funny one," said Ida. "Here's how he sound." She pursed her lips and, expertly, imitated the red-winged blackbird's call: not the liquid piping of the wood thrush, which dipped down into the dry
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figurative-language
nature
sound
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Donna Tartt |