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"He was looking for immensity. His life was hopelessly small, everything surrounding him was nondescript and gray. And death is absolute; it is indivisible and indissoluble. The presence of the girl was pathetic (a few caresses and a lot of meaningless words), but her absolute absence was infinitely grand; when he imagined a girl buried in a field, he suddenly discovered the nobility of pain and the grandeur of love. But it was not only the absolute but also bliss he was looking for in his dreams of death."
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"The dead aren't scary. They are just sad."
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Personal Development
"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long."
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Personal Development
"Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.Put out the light, and then put out the light:If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,I know not where is that Promethean heatThat can thy light relume."
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"It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations."
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"Nothing in his life became him like leaving it."
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"Susan stared at him.The blue glow in Death's eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond, which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone."
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"Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?"
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Personal Development
"For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death."
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Personal Development
"Nico didn't like to be touched, but somehow this brief contact with his father felt reassuring " the same way the Chapel of Bones was reassuring. Like death, his father's presence was cold and often callous, but it was real " brutally honest, inescapably dependable."
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Personal Development
"They found him guilty, and brother, if Maine had the death penalty, he would have done the airdance before that spring's crocuses poked their heads out of the dirt."
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"He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the world's store of ideas which had always existed ready-made and which people only borrowed, like books from a library."
Philosophy
"I think I am a much better actor than I have allowed myself to be."
Actor
"He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. He pressed her to him. She understood that he loved her and this suddenly filled her with sadness. She felt sad that he loved her so much, and she felt like crying."
Love
"A person's destiny often ends before his death."
Fate
"The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish."
Time
"Dreaming is not only an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself. Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs. Herein lies the danger. If dreams were beautiful, they would quickly be forgotten."
Dreams
"Is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about? ... Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us."
Fate
"I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be."
Identity
"(God) being the old man invented in order to, and with whom to, hold long conversations."
Spiritual
"Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."
Writing
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