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"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
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"There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it?"
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"Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then-our friends are not able to finish their stories."
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"After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here."
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"Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world has moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they change their minds about God, who would know?"
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"One can not come back from life."
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"Nothing matters when you are dead, and, you are dead when nothing matters."
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"A man who has decided upon self-destruction is far removed from mundane affairs, and to sit down and write his will would be, at that moment, an act just as absurd as winding up one's watch, since together with the man, the whole world is destroyed; the last letter is instantly reduced to dust and, with it, all the postmen; and like smoke, vanishes the estate bequeathed to a nonexistent progeny."
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"Let an illness, a duel, a runaway horse make us see death face to face, and how richly we should have enjoyed the life of pleasure, the travels in unknown lands, which are about to be snatched from us! And no sooner is the danger past than we resume once more the same dull life in which none of those delights existed for us."
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"Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither."
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"But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred."
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"The empty vessel makes the loudest sound."
Sound
"Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect."
Respect
"There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face."
Art
"Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will."
Romance
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."
Love
"Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!"
Romance
"Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."
Life
"O fortune fortune! all men call thee fickle."
Life
"To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!I dare damnation."
Conscience
"I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffled here - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear."
Pain
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