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struggling

Tunisia

May 28, 2013
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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that everyone of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in everyone of them encloses itw own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest to it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable o this. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged.

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01:29 AM May 31 2013

3emma3

3emma3
Iraq

I think it is not only in victorian age, it is in all ages those contradictions go side by side. What is the best for some people may be the worst for others and so on. 

04:09 PM May 30 2013

struggling

struggling
Tunisia

You mean the victorian period? 

03:20 PM May 30 2013

3emma3

3emma3
Iraq

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope,it was the winter of despair.”