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I was tired of these people. I disliked their laughter and their tears, their flattery and envy, conceit ad deceit. And I hated the place.
I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. Mr. Rochester - Wide Sargasso Sea (via vandaldan)