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Equal with colleagues in a ring
I sit on each calm evening
Enchanted as the flowers
The opening light draws out of hiding
With all its gradual dove-like pleading,
Its logic and its powers:
That later we, though parted then,
May still recall these evenings when
Fear gave his watch no look;
The lion griefs loped from the shade
And on our knees their muzzles laid,
And Death put down his book.W.H. Auden -
… you just can’t differentiate between a robot and the very best of humans.
Isaac Asimov -
Everybody said, “Follow your heart”. I did, it got broken
Agatha Christie
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“Ever heard of the rule of three? he shouts as we run.
“No!”
“If you save somebody’s life three times, their life belongs to you. You saved my life today, that makes once. Save it twice more an I’m all yers.”Moira Young
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You don’t have to be psychic to end up knowing things you were a lot happier not knowing.
Jordan Castillo Price -
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
Walt Whitman -
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
Ranier Maria Rilke -
I’m merely exploring souls & cities
From the vantage point
Of my ivory tower built,
Built with the assistance
of OpiumThat’s enough, isnt it?
Jack Kerouac -
And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we’re this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull between us becomes.
Cora Carmack -
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apartI carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings
