Quotes, Poems, & Sayings...

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[Genesis]

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[Genesis]

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[Miss Scarlett]

[Genesis]

[Genesis]

[Katniss]

“September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses.”


― Louis MacNeice, Autumn Journal

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[Genesis]

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[Butterbean]

“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish
swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the
two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and
goes, "What the hell is water?"
-David Foster Wallace

[Genesis]

...The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible;
nostalgia for what never was;
the desire for what could have been;
regret over not being someone else;
dissatisfaction with the world’s existence.
All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

[ahk]

The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.--Oprah Winfrey

[Katniss]

Louis MacNeice
Autumn Journal

[Part XXIV]

Sleep serene, avoid the backward
Glance; go forward, dreams, and do not halt
(Behind you in the desert stands a token
Of doubt — a pillar of salt).
Sleep, the past, and wake, the future,
And walk out promptly through the open door;
But you, my coward doubts, may go on sleeping,
You need not wake again — not any more.
The New Year comes with bombs, it is too late
To dose the dead with honourable intentions:
If you have honour to spare, employ it on the living;
The dead are dead as Nineteen-Thirty-Eight.
Sleep to the noise of running water
To-morrow to be crossed, however deep;
This is no river of the dead or Lethe,
To-night we sleep
On the banks of Rubicon — the die is cast;
There will be time to audit
The accounts later, there will be sunlight later
And the equation will come out at last.



Katniss~~

[ahk]

Art is not a thing; it is a way.--Elbert Hubbard

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