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My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street? what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya! That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look. Haruki Murakami
You can all supply your own favorite, most nauseating examples of the commodification of love. Mine include the wedding industry, TV ads that feature cute young children or the giving of automobiles as Christmas presents, and the particularly grotesque equation of diamond jewelry with everlasting devotion. The message, in each case, is that if you love somebody you should buy stuff. A related phenomenon is the ongoing transformation, courtesy of Facebook, of the verb 'to like' from a state of... Jonathan Franzen
I have always strenuously supported the right of every man to his own opinion, however different that opinion might be to mine. He who denies to another this right, makes a slave of himself to his present opinion, because he precludes himself the right of changing it. Thomas Paine
I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when we were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something I didn't consciously notice until it was removed. There was no friction in the space between us. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched... Stephenie Meyer
...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
...and to all the hearts I've brokenand the ones that once broke mine,I've got suspicions all will be forgive in timeall you gotta do is call them up and say:"this will all make perfect sense someday"I'll be A-ok.... John Mayer
There is no good talking to him," said a Dragon-fly, who was sitting on the top of a large brown bulrush; "no good at all, for he has gone away."Well, that is his loss, not mine," answered the Rocket. "I am not going to stop talking to him merely because he pays no attention. I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."Then you should... Oscar Wilde
Option three: Edward loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brillant or perfect than me he might me, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine. Was that what I'd been trying to tell myself?"Oh!"Bella?"Oh. Okay. I see."Your epithany?" he asked, his voice uneven and strained."You love me," I marveled. The sense of conviction... Stephenie Meyer
Horace quote: "You may thresh a hundred thousand bushels of grain, / But more..."
You may thresh a hundred thousand bushels of grain, / But more than mine your belly will not contain. Horace
Terry Prachett quote: "He'll just track us down and follow us and then he'll kill..."
He'll just track us down and follow us and then he'll kill Carrot!" "Why?" "Because Carrot's mine! Terry Prachett
The love, born of beauty was not mine; I had nothing in common with it: I could not dare to meddle with it, but another love, venturing diffidently into life after long acquaintance, furnace-tried by pain, stamped by constancy, consolidated by affection’s pure and durable alloy, submitted by intellect to intellect’s own tests, and finally wrought up, by his own process, to his own unflawed completeness, this Love that laughed at Passion, his fast frenzies and his hot and hurried extinction,... Charlotte Bronte
I told him that if we doubted that we are demons in Hell, he should read The Mysterious Stranger, which Mark Twain wrote in 1898, long before the First World War (1914-1918). In the title story he proves to his own grim satisfaction, and to mine as well, that Satan and not God created the planet earth and "the damned human race." If you doubt that, read your morning paper. Never mind what paper. Never mind the date. Kurt Vonnegut
P. G. Wodehouse quote: "with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this..."
...with each new book of mine I have always the feeling that this time I have picked a lemon in the garden of literature. P. G. Wodehouse
Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note. In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.... Edna St. Vincent Millay
THE POISON TREEI was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the... William Blake

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