Quote#World
Through Chance, we are each a ghost to all the others, and our only…
Quote byThomas Wolfe · 1900–1938
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Look Homeward, Angel (1929), p. 160.
English (original)
Through Chance, we are each a ghost to all the others, and our only reality; through Chance, the huge hinge of the world, and a grain of dust; the stone that starts an avalanche, the pebble whose concentric circles widen across the seas.
— Thomas Wolfe
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