January 2009
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“There is only one real tragedy in a woman’s life. The fact that her past...”
– Oscar Wilde
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As thin and as pretty as the heaven’s will allow, She’s dancing by herself, she’s dancing between the clouds. Lightly she steps - watch her breathe again, I can see the bones beneath her skin, They’re calling me, teasing me, killing me from within, There’s a pretty little shimmer - for such a fragile creature, Harbinger of sorrow, she’s knocking at my door, It’s a familiar sound now - she’s...
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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, & the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, & admit to being human & making mistakes, hold onto her & give her the most you can. She may not...
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Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why, why?’
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
Kurt Vonnegut
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“Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to...”
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“we are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.”
– kurt vonnegut
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“If someone talked to you the way you talk to yourself , you would have kicked...”
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“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is...”
– e. e. cummings
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If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it — If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it — If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it — If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else.
Charles Bukowski
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“If every moment builds up to the next, isn’t that what life is all about -...”
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it’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing,
every day should be a miracle instead of a machination. in my hand rests the last bluebird. the shades roar like lions and the walls rattle, dance around my head. then her eyes look at me, love breaks my bones and I laugh.
Charles Bukowski
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And give me silence, give me water, hope. Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes. Let bodies cling like magnets to my body. Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth. Speak through my speech, and through my blood.
Pablo Neruda
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“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to...”
– Margaret Atwood
