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Real love isn't ambivalent. from Angels in America Tony Kushner

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Empty the last drop. Pour out the final clinging heartbeat. Great losers look on and smile. Great winners look on and smile. Plunger: Take a long breath and let yourself go. Plunger Carl Sandburg

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Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, when's it going to end? from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead Tom Stoppard

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"Why do you speak so loud, Mother? I was almost asleep. I thought the churchbells were ringing And the snow lay deep. "Over the white fields we trod to our wedding, She leant upon my arm- What have I done to her that she Should do me this harm?" from The Image Sylvia Townsend Warner

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Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease and midnight never come! from Doctor Faustus Christopher Marlowe

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Though I am young, and cannot tell, Either what Death or Love is, well, Yet I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts. from Though I am young, and cannot tell Ben Jonson

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When the Tukanas cut off her head, the old woman collected her own blood in her hands and blew it towards the sun. "My soul enters you too!" she shouted. Since then, anyone who kills receives in his body, without wanting or knowing it, the soul of his victim. from Memory of Fire: Genesis Eduardo Galeano

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Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Stetson! "You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! "That corpse you planted last year in your garden, "Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? "Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? "Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, "Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! "You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!" from The Waste Land T. S. Eliot

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We must learn to love, learn to be kind, and this from earliest youth... Likewise, hatred must be learned and nurtured, if one wishes to become a proficient hater. from Aphorisms on Love and Hate Friedrich Nietzsche

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I must go down to the seas again; to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. from Sea Fever John Masefield

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All the dead voices. They make a noise like wind. Like leaves. Like sand. Like leaves. [Silence]. They all speak together. Each one to itself. [Silence]. Rather they whisper. They rustle. They murmur. They rustle. [Silence]. What do they say? They talk about their lives. To have lived is not enough for them. They have to talk about it. To be dead is not enough for them. It is not sufficient. [Silence]. They make a noise like feathers. Like leaves. Like ashes. Like leaves. [Long silence]. Say something! from Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett

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For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snow and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And times remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins. from Chorus from 'Atlanta' Algernon Charles Swinburne

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I looked at the stars and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitudes. from Great Expectations Charles Dickens

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You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. That day in Moscow, it will all come true, When for the last time, I take my leave, And hasten to the heights that I have longed for, Leaving my shadow still to be with you. You will hear thunder Anna Akhmatova

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Still I stared, and as I stared I saw in the centre of the fire, whence the red flames sprang, a bright, white heat, shining bright and without any colour. As I stared, the brightness diffused and became soft and yellow like sunlight, and through it, beyond it, I saw a young child standing in the middle of a field with the sunlight shining in her hair. For a moment she stood looking up into the sky, which was clear and blue and without any clouds; then she turned and looked towards me, and as she turned I saw that the front of her white print dress was stained deep red, the colour of blood. Then there was no longer any fire or any flames and I saw before me only the glowing twisted wreckage of a burned-out plane. I must have been standing there for quite a long time. from Katina Roald Dahl

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When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. When I am dead, my dearest Christina Rossetti

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Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle, she died young. from The Duchess of Malfi John Webster