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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carriages. It's so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening... How much I enjoyed all that! - Quote by Guy de Maupassant

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it… It’s horrible… I shall see nothing more… nothing of what exists… the smallest objects that we use… glasses… plates… beds where people sleep so comfortably… carriages. It’s so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening… How much I enjoyed all that!

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