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I think we are in rat's alley... where the dead men lost their bones.
It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
Isn't it ironic? We adore who ignore us, ignore who adore us, love who hurt us and hurt who love us.
The corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Those who want to live, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live.
When you're in alone in the middle of the night and you wakei n a sweat and a hell of a fright...
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.
We are born with the dead: See, they return and take us with them.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
Waste and void. Waste and void. And darkness on the face of the deep.
Universal education is the most corroding and disintegrating poison that liberalism has ever invented for its own destruction.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
It matters not whether these weapons of ours are humane: if they gain us our freedom, they are justified before our conscience and before our God
It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
What you're trying to do is like explaining the color 'yellow' to a blind man.

