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“...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“Poetry is the language of the gods. I love poems myself. But poetry is not only in poems; it is diffused everywhere, it is around us. Look at those trees, that sky on all sides there is the breath of beauty, and of life, and where there is life and beauty, there is poetry also.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Rudin

“This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the cold rain of winter has sufficed to nourish it, and its faint sun to warm it; the bleak winds have not blanched it, or broken its stem, and the keen frost has not blighted it... It is still fresh and blooming as a flower can be, with the cold snow even now on its petals.â€� Will you have it?”
― Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

“We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.”
― Ivan Turgenev