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Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define. Ani DiFranco
God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest. Charlotte Bronte
Haruki Murakami quote: "Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars."
Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars. Haruki Murakami
It's funny, isn't it, what will make you break? Your lover moves to London and falls in love with a news reader for the BBC and you feel fine and then one day you raise your umbrella slightly to cross Fifty-seventh Street and stare into the Burberry shop and begin to sob. Or your baby dies at birth and five years later, in an antique store, a small battered silver rattle with teeth marks in one end engraved with the name Emily lies on a square of velvet, and the sobs escape from the genie's... A. Whitney Brown
Jonathan Larson quote: "When you’re dying in America, at the end of the millennium,..."
When you’re dying in America, at the end of the millennium, you’re not alone Jonathan Larson
When you walk through the storm, hold your head high. And don't be afraid of the dark! At the end of the storm is a golden sky. And the sweet song of the lark. Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain. Though your dreams be tossed & blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart. And you'll never walk alone! Douglas Adams
But each time he received an invitation from the Harvard Club to join…he postponed his application for the time when he could do little but rest in the kind of comfortable chair that is to the end of life what a cradle is to the beginning.” Pg 55 Mark Helprin
The incarnation is "a kind of vast joke whereby the Creator of the ends of the earth comes among us in diapers... Until we too have taken the idea of the God-man seriously enough to be scandalized by it, we have not taken it as seriously as it demands to be taken. Frederick Buechner
David Hume quote: "I never knew anyone, that examined and deliberated about..."
I never knew anyone, that examined and deliberated about nonsense, who did not believe it before the end of his enquiries. David Hume
W. Somerset Maugham quote: "It's a long, arduous road he's starting to travel, but it may..."
It's a long, arduous road he's starting to travel, but it may be that at the end of it he'll find what's he's seeking. W. Somerset Maugham
...now when I'm writing it's already tomorrow and I'm afraid of getting to the end of yesterday. As long as I go on writing, yesterday is today and we are still together. Graham Greene
I can stab myself, but I can’t reach the knife to pull it out. And then everything starts to disappear. I start to fade away, too. Only the knife is always there— to the very end. Haruki Murakami
Everyone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all. Paulo Coelho
One had to be so careful...about remembering things. Thinking and remembering were something like walking along well-known paths and passageways that always used to lead to something lovely...but now, the same paths and passageways might end in something dead or frightening. Yes, one had to walk on tiptoe, remembering to look carefully ahead and turn quickly away before one was faced with something ruined or dead. The thing to do was to make little tunnels or thoughtways, from now to... Kate Seredy
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. Jeffrey Eugenides

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