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[kasamago]

Minimal jadilah orang baik dan bermanfaat.. . #quotesofinstagram #gujjuquotes #quotemania #quedateencasa #lifequotes #quotesforyou #quotesforlife #quoteoftheday✏️ #katamutiara https://www.instagram.com/p/CFMLrCTj8QR/?igshid=1sk2gvb31pz

[paxvictoriana]

IT was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

novel first lines: A Tale of Two Cities (1859) by Charles Dickens

[eclipsic]

Because the fact of the matter is nobody has ever treated me as bad as you have and my self-esteem has dissolved into a sullen vision of black hearts and tears that never seem to stop falling

[noladevlin]

Where there is a will, there is a way.

[kasamago]

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[paxvictoriana]

"I told you from the beginning—as soon as I could—I told you I was afraid of myself.... I felt a hatred in me that was always working like an evil spirit—contriving things. Everything I could do to free myself came into my mind; and it got worse—all things got worse. That is why I asked you to come to me in town. I thought then I would tell you the worst about myself. I tried. But I could not tell everything.

Gwendolen Harleth in Daniel Deronda by George Eliot

[paxvictoriana]

Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.

“The Soul of Man Under Socialism” (1891) by Oscar Wilde

[paxvictoriana]

For with pomp to meet him came, Clothed in arms like blood and flame, The hired murderers, who did sing 'Thou art God, and Law, and King. 'We have waited, weak and lone For thy coming, Mighty One! Our Purses are empty, our swords are cold, Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'  Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd, To the earth their pale brows bowed; Like a bad prayer not over loud, Whispering - 'Thou art Law and God.' - Then all cried with one accord, 'Thou art King, and God and Lord; Anarchy, to thee we bow, Be thy name made holy now!' And Anarchy, the skeleton, Bowed and grinned to every one, As well as if his education Had cost ten millions to the nation.

from PB Shelley’s absolutely mind-blowing “The Mask of Anarchy” (1819) -- written, as this video from a Manchester memorial poetry event explains in detail, in response to the Peterloo Massacre of Aug. 1819.

[paxvictoriana]

Give us back our suffering, we cry to Heaven in our hearts — suffering rather than indifferentism; for out of nothing comes nothing. But out of suffering may come the cure. Better have pain than paralysis! A hundred struggle and drown in the breakers. One discovers the new world. But rather, ten times rather, die in the surf, heralding the way to that new world, than stand idly on the shore!

Florence Nightingale, Cassandra (1850-51; unpublished in her lifetime)

[paxvictoriana]

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.

“Song [When I am dead, my dearest]” (1865) by Christina Rossetti 

*note: it’s a 15-line poem. As in: she wrote a love sonnet and then DESTROYED THE FORM FROM THE INSIDE.

[paxvictoriana]

There is not a truth in the whole range of human affairs, however obvious and simple, the evidence of which an ingenious and artful sophist may not succeed in rendering doubtful to minds not very highly cultivated, if those minds insist upon judging of all things exclusively by their own lights.

post-truth by John Stuart Mill (”The Spirit of the Age”, II [23 Jan. 1831])

[paxvictoriana]

'Well,' said [Emma] at last, trying to recover herself; 'this is a circumstance which I must think of at least half a day, before I can at all comprehend it.'

Emma (1815: vol. 3, ch. 10) by -- who else -- Jane Austen

[paxvictoriana]

[S]uch a woman as Madame Duval? Her character and the violence of her disposition, intimidate me from making the attempt: she is too ignorant for instruction, too obstinate for intreaty, and too weak for reason. I will not, therefore, enter into a contest from which I have nothing to expect but altercation and impertinence. As soon would I discuss the effect of sound with the deaf, or the nature of colours with the blind, as aim at illuminating with conviction a mind so warped by prejudice, so much the slave of unruly and illiberal passions. Unused as she is to control, persuasion would but harden, and opposition incense her. I yield, therefore, to the necessity which compels my reluctant acquiescence...

Evelina (1778: letter #28) by Fanny Burney

[paxvictoriana]

'am I proved too weak To stand alone, yet strong enough to bear Such leaners on my shoulder? poor to think, Yet rich enough to sympathise with thought? Incompetent to sing, as blackbirds can, Yet competent to love...?'

Aurora Leigh having none of your patronizing marriage proposals 

(Aurora Leigh, Book 2; 1856 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

[paxvictoriana]

Fate, which foresaw How frivolous a baby man would be—

“The Buried Life” (1852) by Matthew Arnold