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Albert Cohen Quotes

She answers no more, the one who used to answer always Picture Quote #1

She does not talk anymore, the one who used to talk so pleasantly Picture Quote #1

With her alone I could be far away from everyone Picture Quote #1

Only with her I was not alone, now I am alone with everyone Picture Quote #1

Brothers, my human brothers, force me to believe in eternal life Picture Quote #1

Alone dwells every man and everyone mocks everyone else, and a deserted island is our pain Picture Quote #1

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Yes, the words, the land of my birth, they console me and compensate, but they would not bring me my mother back Picture Quote #1

In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me Picture Quote #1

I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front Picture Quote #1

Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved Picture Quote #1

Human friends, friends in hardship and in life, this is our pure love, love of mother and son Picture Quote #1

My true single consolation is that she is not present to see me in my agony of her death Picture Quote #1

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In my sleep, which is the song of the tombs, I have just seen her again, as beautiful as in her youth Picture Quote #1

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She answers no more, the one who used to answer always (Albert Cohen Quotes) She does not talk anymore, the one who used to talk so pleasantly (Albert Cohen Quotes) With her alone I could be far away from everyone (Albert Cohen Quotes) Only with her I was not alone, now I am alone with everyone (Albert Cohen Quotes) Brothers, my human brothers, force me to believe in eternal life (Albert Cohen Quotes) Alone dwells every man and everyone mocks everyone else, and a deserted island is our pain (Albert Cohen Quotes) Yes, the words, the land of my birth, they console me and compensate, but they would not bring me my mother back (Albert Cohen Quotes) In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me (Albert Cohen Quotes) I say to myself that her small hands are no more worm, and that I would never again carry them soft to my front (Albert Cohen Quotes) Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved (Albert Cohen Quotes) Human friends, friends in hardship and in life, this is our pure love, love of mother and son (Albert Cohen Quotes) My true single consolation is that she is not present to see me in my agony of her death (Albert Cohen Quotes) In my sleep, which is the song of the tombs, I have just seen her again, as beautiful as in her youth (Albert Cohen Quotes)