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"We only pass everything by like a transposition of air."
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"Time is the subtle thief of youth."
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"The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die."
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"The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever."
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"The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground."
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"You are the trembling of time, that passesbetween vertical light and darkened sky."
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"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
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"Brief as the lightning in the collied night;That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!"The jaws of darkness do devour it up.So quick bright things come to confusion."
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"They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other days, until they were absorbed into oblivion."
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"Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone."
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"The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face."
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"This is the creature there has never been.They never knew it, and yet, none the less,they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.Not there, because they loved it, it behavedas though it were. They always left some space.And in that clear unpeopled space they savedit lightly reared its head, with scarce a traceof not being there. They fed it, not with corn,but only with the possibilityof being. And that was able to confersuch strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.within the silver mirror and in her."
Imagination
"They (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves, just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment. And what can happen then? What can life do with this heap of half-broken things that they call their communion and that they would like to call their happiness, if that were possible, and their future? And so each of them loses himself for the sake of the other person, and loses the other, and many others who still wanted to come."
Chaos
"The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing."
Experience
"Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance."
Reflection
"A billion stars go spinning through the night,glittering above your head,But in you is the presence that will bewhen all the stars are dead."
Universe
"For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible."
Beauty
"If somewhere deep within me arises some essenceof having been a child, one I never experienced,perhaps the purest childness of my childhood,I don't want to know it. Without even looking,I want to form an angel out of itand hurl him into the foremost rankof screaming angels, to remind God."
Reflection
"All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood."
Blood
"All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you."
Being
"This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess."
Time
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