Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1925), Letters to Véra

[Text ID: “That’s all, my tender one, my inexpressible delight, Oh yes: I forgot to say that I love you..”
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― Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[text ID: Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.]
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