July 2012
60 posts
Jul 31st
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Jul 31st
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Jul 30th
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The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Jul 30th
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Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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Jul 27th
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I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.
Jul 26th
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Jul 24th
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Jul 24th
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I just don’t want to die without a few scars.
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Jul 22nd
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Jul 21st
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Jul 21st
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Jul 20th
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All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
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Jul 19th
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ListenI am the king of this divan.
Jul 18th
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Jul 18th
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Jul 17th
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There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.
Jul 17th
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Jul 16th
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Jul 16th
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Jul 15th
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Jul 15th
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Too much sanity may be madness. But maddest of all, to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
Jul 14th
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Jul 13th
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Jul 12th
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I envy you. Every moment, you can leave me. I cannot leave myself.
Jul 12th
Jul 11th
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Jul 11th
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Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.
Jul 10th
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Jul 10th
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Jul 9th
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Jul 8th
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Jul 8th
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She had the rapt look of one brushing through crowds on a summer’s afternoon, when the trees are rustling, the wheels churning yellow, and the tumult of the present seems like an elegy for past happiness and past summers, and there rose in her mind a curious sadness, as if time and eternity showed through skirts and waistcoasts, and she saw people passing tragically to destruction.
Jul 7th
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Jul 6th
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