Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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you stopped the possibility of pain

And so you didn’t want any more of that. And you stopped the possibility of pain, which no one gets away with. You just stopped and found nothing beyond it. I’m not saying I have much, but I still have intense searching and violent hope. Not that quiet and sweet voice of yours. And I don’t cry, if …

—p.36 An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures An Apprenticeship (3) by Clarice Lispector
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with the despair of a woman scorned

— Would you like a coffee? She asked as a pretext to get him to come in.

He stayed on the threshold. She was standing, in a short and transparent nightdress. He was going to say: “you can sleep easy now, I found a way to get him to go.” But before he said that he stopped short, his lips pursed, …

—p.23 An Apprenticeship (3) by Clarice Lispector
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renowned for its cherry flans

My education was still not complete. After the school on the island where being happy was the first rule, a last college smoothed out my seventeen years. A domestic management school [...] I was to learn to keep house, to cook, to bake cakes. I had already learnt a bit of embroidery, at eight. It w…

—p.85 Sweet Days of Discipline by Fleur Jaeggy
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a life without sorrow

[...] But after a while, doesn’t one feel something truer to life and more authentic establishing itself in your existence? Can a life without sorrow really be called a life?

—p.184 The Beginners by Anne Serre
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no one likes to abandon a book they’re writing

[...] no one likes to abandon a book they’re writing, you want to abide there, to be in that river forever. It was so beautiful to have found it, so unhoped-for, so grandiose. It’s not every day you find a book to write, a love affair to experience. In general, they’re things that elude you, you sp…

—p.171 by Anne Serre