#woe

Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation's heart, the excision of its memory. ↗

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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#force #freedom #heart #interference #intrusion

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again. ↗

— Bram Stoker

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#again #beautiful #began #climb #dawn

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us. ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

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#cannot #care #cure #follies #i