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"Come, sleep and death; you promise nothing, you hold everything."
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"Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any awareness of mortality. Like every adolescent, she intended to live forever."

"And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies."

"Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;This sensible warm motion to becomeA kneaded clod; and the delighted spiritTo bathe in fiery floods, or to resideIn thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,And blown with restless violence round aboutThe pendent world; or to be worse than worstOf those that lawless and incertain thoughtImagine howling: 'tis too horrible!The weariest and most loathed worldly lifeThat age, ache, penury and imprisonmentCan lay on nature is a paradiseTo what we fear of death."
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"What is existence for but to be laughed at if men in their twenties have already attained the utmost?"


"With every increase in the degree of consciousness, and in proportion to that increase, the intensity of despair increases: the more consciousness the more intense the despair."


"The more a man can forget, the greater the number of metamorphoses which his life can undergo; the more he can remember, the more divine his life becomes."


"My opinion is, of course, completely my own. I would not impose it on anyone else and decline any pressure to change it."


"For he who loves God without faith reflects on himself, while the person who loves God in faith reflects on God."


"Hence it is a superficial view (which presumably has never seen a person in despair, not even one's own self) when it is said of a man in despair, "He is consuming himself." For precisely this it is he despairs of, and to his torment it is precisely this he cannot do, since by despair fire has entered into something that cannot burn, or cannot burn up, that is, into the self."


"And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not."


"I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved."


"La vida solo puede ser entendida mirando hacia atrás, aunque deba ser vivida mirando hacia adelante."
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