revolutionary road-Oscar Wilde

Life is a question of nerves, and fibers, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.
You may fancy yourself safe, and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
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Oscar Wilde