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âI think⊠that if there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are heartsâ
Anna Karenina, Tolstoy
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"How long I may live, I know not
Yet my return will not so speedy be,
But I shall sooner in desire arrive;
Because the place where I was set to live
From day to day of good is more depleted,
And unto dismal ruin seems ordained."
Purgatorio Dante
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My difficulty is only an â enormous â difficulty of expression.
Ludwig Wittgenstein
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âIs there not in all life itself - stealing and killing? And when such words were called holy was not truth itself - killed?â
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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âI feel as Iâm leaving a world of untold tomorrows through a world of countless yesterdaysâ
The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms
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âI look out from every mountain for fatherlands and motherlands. But nowhere have I found a home; I am unsettled in every city and I depart from every gate.â
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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â And every work of your virtue is like a star extinguished: itâs light is for ever travelling - and when Will is cease from travelling?
Thus the light of your virtue is still travelling even when itâs task is done. Though it be forgotten and dead, itâs beam of light still lives and travels.â
Nietzsche, thus spoke Zarathustra
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âThey wrote letters of blood on the path they followed, and their folly taught that truth is proved by blood.
But blood is the worst witness of truth; blood poisons and transforms the purest teaching to delusion and hatred of the heart.â
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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âGet thee to a nunnâry, why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnâryâ
Hamlet: Act 3 scene 1, William Shakespeare
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âI have heard of your paintings, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname Godâs creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, Iâll no more onât, it hath made me mad. â
Hamlet: Act 3 scene 1, William Shakespeare
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âfor what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every treeâfilling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day, I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and womenâmy own featuresâmock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!â
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brönte
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âI wish I could hold you, till we were both dead! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth?â
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brönte
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âThe breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.â
â Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
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I moved within color and music as inside a sea-diamond. There were no currents of thoughts, only the caress of flow and desire mingling, touching, traveling, withdrawing, wandering the endless bottoms of peace.
AnaĂŻs Nin, from AnaĂŻs Ninâs Words of Power and the Japanese Sibyl Tradition
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âI have put away my faults. I have done away mine offences. I have cast out the sins which where a part of me. I, even I, am pure, I, even I, am mightyâ
Egyptian book of the dead
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âYou who loves to live and hates to dieâ
Ancient Egyptian âappeal to the livingâ
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âKindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.â
â Mark Twain
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