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Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend.
Agatha Christie -
An angel for some,
a demon for some,
for me, it’s heart of the one.Abhishek Singh Sikarwar -
Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained
William Blake -
You are the music while the music lasts
T.S. Elliot -
I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.
When the world in its entirety,
and all that you hold sacred advise you
against it: love me still moreAnn Castillo -
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.Hafiz -
As much as choice could sometimes be a burden, not having one was far worse
Jana Deleon -
We sometimes try to impress people we just met by not trying to impress them.
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Sei pazzo.
Non lo ero.
Ti piace.
Non era vero.
La vuoi.
Assolutamente no.
Non è tua.
Col cazzo che non lo era.You are crazy.
I was not.
Do you like.
It was not true.
Want it.
Absolutely not.
It is not yours.
Like hell it was notChiara Cilli -
She follows her nose and stands once more before the doors of a quintessential dilemma. Male or Female. Here is her paradox. A staccato voice seems to challenge her, berate her. Hombre or Mujer. Mann or Frau. Homme or Femme. Gentleman or Lady. Com on, decide. She knows them all. She is them all. Not fluid or all-encompassing, gathering the harvest of the reaping fields, but fractured and split and bleeding. Her inner core weeping out of itself. There is nothing for hermaphrodites. It’s too confusing. The words rattle around in her earbones, androgynous and humming. How can she choose? She cannot choose. To choose is to sunder
Mark O’Flynn
