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Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost."

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.



Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore."

[We] need people who are kind by instinct, not by effort. But that is what we lack in this time. For progress, we have eaten our souls up, and nothing matters anymore.




Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?"

Is there innocence in ignorance? And if there is, do we tolerate other for their innocence's sake?



Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all."

Time, it transpires, is not so good at telling after all.




Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "To regret your soul is to regret your past."

To regret your soul is to regret your past.



Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives Of Harry August Quotes: "For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side. It is dead. Let it die."

For a second, my hand touched yours, but that second is gone, and cannot be seen, heard or felt ever again. This second is gone, too, the moment in which I spoke by your side. It is dead. Let it die.