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"Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly. It’s your masterpiece, after all." —Nathan W. Morris

"What will survive of us is love." - Philip Larkin, 'An Arundel Tomb'

"the weight of too much liberty" - William Wordsworth, Nuns Fret Not

"The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time." - David Bowie

Love after love - Derek Walcott The time will come  when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. ~~~

SONNET I don't think that I've been in love as such, Although I liked a few folk pretty well. Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch, For brave men died and empires rose and fell For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands And men have followed women into Hell. In plays and poems someone understands There's something makes us more than blood and bone And more than biological demands... For me, love's like the wind, unseen, unknown. I see the trees are bending where it's been, I know that it leaves wreckage where it's blown. I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone." ~ Neil Gaiman

We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. - How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves. - I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded - and how pitiful that was. ~ Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough. - Nikka Ursula

To avoid criticism say nothing, do nothing, be nothing. - Aristotle

From Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell: "As many truths as men." - Adam Ewing "A half-read book is a half-finished love affair." - Robert Frobisher "The media is where democracies conduct their civil wars." "Fear of discovery waits inside every secret." "Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies." - Zachry "Travel far enough and you meet yourself." "Every nowhere is somewhere." "Nothing we could say was as eloquent as nothing." - Sonmi ~451 "Regret implies a freely chosen but erroneous action." - Sonmi ~451 "As if art is the What, not the How." - Tom G " Know thine enemy trumps know thyself ."

"At those borders, I glimpsed the perfect chasm between a dream and its consummation." ~ Kunal Basu, "Lenin's Cafe"

Nietzsche: He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star. There are no facts, only interpretations.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. ―A.A. Milne

You must learn one thing: the world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. —David Whyte

Hurt people hurt people. -- Cecelia Ahern, The Year I Met You

"It's not time to worry yet." -- 'I think I'll be a clown when I get grown,' said Dill. 'Yes sir, a clown,' he said. 'There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus an laugh my head off.' 'You got it backwards, Dill,' said Jem. 'Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them.' 'Well I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks...' -- To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. [...] What knowledge have we of anything, save through our own minds? ~ George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four