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RELIGION OR COUNTRYOur allegiance may determine the fate of others

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.

All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.

After reading some of my stories, I once had a friend say to me, "I'd love to spend five minutes in your head to see what's going on in there." I warned them, "If you spent five seconds in my mind you'd probably run out screaming and never speak to me again.

If you want to heal Heal othersAnd smile or weepAt this happy reversal of fate

MISTEND MINDSETManipulate suicidal thoughts to manufacture life-coping tools

SUICIDE can be considered an act of MURDER committed on ONESELF

A wise man's goal shouldn't be to say something profound, but to say something useful.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.

Happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don__ notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!

The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.

Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.

I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one love for ever any more? Is no one built for the long road?

Being rich or famous is the only profound thing that some people have ever said.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.