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What you have become
is the price you paid to get what you used to want.
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 I keep my hands empty for the sake of what I have had in them. ~Antonio Porchia The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes. ~Thomas Hardy |
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 There are children playing in the streets who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago. ~J. Robert Oppenheimer |
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 It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow ...if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes... And if you can source your own life from its presence. ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from "The Invitation" |
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 There was something inexpressively broken in my heart. ~ Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums |
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 And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk. ~Bill Knott What makes the
desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well |
 You never die enough to cry. ~Jack Kerouac You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. ~ The Little Prince, Antoine de St. Exupery |
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You are sad because they abandon
you and you have not fallen. We are double-edged blades, and
every time we whet our virtue
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 Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly. ~Antonio Porchia What you have become
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What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a downy spirit a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939 |
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 I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac |
 He came down from the north to Paris with a mind like Aristotle's… and a form like mortal sin... We shattered the commandments on the spot. ~Eleanor of Aquitaine, The Lion in Winter |
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 We are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. ~Mary Antin, 1912 |
 My witness is the empty sky. ~Jack Kerouac |
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 The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken. ~Antonio Porchia He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong. ~Antonio Porchia |
 So you are lean and mean and resourceful and you continue to walk on the edge of the precipice because over the years you have become fascinated by how close you can walk without losing your balance. ~Attributed to Richard M. Nixon I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn't fall down. ~Allen H. Neuharth |
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 Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~Emily Brontë Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. ~Galway Kinnell |
Be kind,
for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. ~ Plato I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them. ~The Little Prince, Antoine de St. Exupery |
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Who is more foolish, the child
afraid of the dark |
 I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center. ~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Player Piano |
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 One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
 It's easier to build a child than repair an adult. ~ Unknown |
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Knock on the sky and listen
to the sound. |
The individual has always had
to struggle to keep from being |
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If I don't write
to empty my mind, I go mad. There's nothing
to writing. |
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 We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. ~Robert Frost, In the Clearing, 1962 |
 Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. ~Maya Angelou He who hears music,
feels his solitude peopled at once. |
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Leaders are visionaries
with a poorly developed sense of fear
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Did you ever wonder
if the person in the puddle is real, |
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One's suffering disappears
when one lets oneself go, |
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 By daily dying I have come to be. ~Theodore Roethke We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. ~Maya Angelou |
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| We travel, some of us forever,
to seek other states, |
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| The tragedy of life is not so
much what men suffer, I never knew until
that moment how bad it could hurt to lose |
 I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 9 |
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 I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of. ~Michel de Montaigne |
 To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet. ~Charles Caleb Colton, Lacon, 1825 |
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| The question isn't who is going
to let me; it's who is going to stop me. |
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 Perfection is achieved, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away. ~ Antoine de St. Exupery |
Music is the art which is most
nigh to tears and memory. |
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He does not need
opium. He has the gift of reverie. |
 I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it. ~Pablo Picasso I am not eccentric.
It's just that I am more alive than most people. |
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 My whole life is waiting for the questions to which I have prepared answers. ~Tom Stoppard |
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 We are never prepared for what we expect. ~James A. Michener, Caravans |
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