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Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm. That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"And its hero the Conqueror Worm. Edgar Allan Poe
Perforation! Shout it out! The deliberate punctuated weakening of paper and cardboard so that it will tear along an intended path, leaving a row of fine-haired pills or tuftlets on each new edge! It is a staggering conception, showing an age-transforming feel for the unique properties of pulped wood fiber. Nicholson Baker
We do what we must to earn our place in the community, but we live for the hours at home. For each other, for the children. It will never get me written up in the history books. Orson Scott Card
Rainer Maria Rilke quote: " a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other..."
... a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude ... Rainer Maria Rilke
Thus worshiping, serving, studying, praying, each in its own way squeezes selfishness out of us; pushes aside our preoccupations with the things of the world. Neal A. Maxwell
Because reason...is the only thing that makes us men, and distinguishes us from the beasts, I would prefer to believe that it exists, in its entirety, in each of us... Rene Descartes
Rumi quote: "Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other..."
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. Rumi
Ram Dass quote: "When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking..."
When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us. Ram Dass
He held up his right hand and spread my fingers out in a fan. I held up my left hand and spread my fingers out in a fan and we made our fingers and thumbs touch each other. Mark Haddon
Haec ego non multis (scribo), sed tibi: satis enim magnum alter alteri theatrum sumus. I am writing this not to many, but to you: certainly we are a great enough audience for each other. Epicurus
Alexander Pope quote: "Our judgments, like our watches, nonego just alike, yet each..."
Our judgments, like our watches, nonego just alike, yet each believes his own Alexander Pope
In addition to calling each other standard names like bitch and whore, the Finches incorporated Freud's stages of psycho-sexual development into their arsenal of invectives."You're so oral. You'll never make it to genital! The most you can ever hope for is to reach anal, you immature, frigid old maid," Natalie yelled."Stop antagonizing me," Hope shouted. "Just stop transfering all this anger onto me."Your avoidance tactics are not giong to work, Miss Hope," Natalie warned. "I'm not going... Augusten Burroughs
What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells, And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes, Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of... Wilfred Owen
Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. Franz Kafka
Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end. Salman Rushdie

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