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On the windowpanes came rattling fistfuls of shot, and the snow whirled and sifted beneath ill-fitting doors, slid in the cracks of windowsills and searched in a frenzy for any refuge against the fury of the wind.

— Gabrielle Roy The Tin Flute (1945)

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The more the heart is sated with joy, the more it becomes insatiable.

Where Nests the Water Hen (1951)

Rose-Anna was tugging at the edge of her apron with a tired, futile gesture she had never made in the past – the grandmother’s gesture.

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Running anywhere, blindly, hating the echo of her footsteps in the silence of the empty streets, Florentine fled from her own fear, fled from herself.

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Where could you find a light to guide the world?

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Because you’d be running after your own unhappiness.

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