Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different. ...

And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different. (Dana Gioia)

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Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.

Dana Gioia Quotes: And memory insists on piningFor places it never went,As if life would be happierJust by being different.