“I […] come home at nightfall, tidy my hair, put on my evening shoes and then go off to a party. About ten or eleven, sometimes twelve but never later, I come home, play the piano, have a good cry, read, look at things, have a laugh, get into bed, blow out my candle and always dream about you all.”— Frédéric Chopin’s night routine, from a letter to Jan Matuszynski, Dec. 25th 1830.
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"She is excessively tender-hearted."
— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Orlando: A Biography,” c. 1928
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i’ve never done this before so here we go
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“You should love for no reason.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
