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whereshadowslive · 2 days
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"What of art?" she asked.
"It is a malady."
"Love?"
"An illusion."
"Religion?"
"The fashionable substitute for belief."
"You are a sceptic."
"Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith."
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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whereshadowslive · 20 days
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“Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.”
— Johanna de Silentio
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whereshadowslive · 22 days
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The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.
— Mahmoud Darwish
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whereshadowslive · 27 days
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We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming, We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want, We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already, We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought. And still we sleep. We are listening for the calling but never really heeding, Hoping for the future when the future's only plans, Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily, Praying for a savoir when salvation's in our hands. And still we sleep. And still we sleep, And still we pray, And still we fear. And still we sleep.
— Dead Poets Society
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whereshadowslive · 29 days
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If you're happy in a dream, does that count?
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
— Dead Poets Society
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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In the era of calamities, you're a moment of peace.
— The Unsaid Story
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Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
— Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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And then there are days when I can't even recognise myself.
— where shadows live, on days I feel lost
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whereshadowslive · 1 month
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I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
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