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"How one tragedy affects so many others."
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"How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June" . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that-for that-I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!"
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"She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you."She tried to smile once more and expired."
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"A great calamity is as old as the trilobites an hour after it has happened."
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"She prayed to God to give him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had loved him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and do everything right that they had done badly in the past. But she had to give in to the intransigence of death."
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"Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself."
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"The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives."
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"It's a terrible thing wishing that it can be someone else's tragedy."
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"Sabotage isolated them from their home, thwarting any hope of outside help. Frantic, unreliable sightings of frightening things " horrible things - led to chaos. The crew, terrified, opted to die fighting and went hunting for their attacker. Kaine's only regret was that they found it. It killed them all.Systematically."
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"I like to take these unusual characters and then make them as normal as possible, because we all know that the tragedy and the abnormal always hides itself behind the normal."
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"Life's a party. So smile and eat shit and pretend it's fucking caviar."
Humor
"That's life. Life is the ultimate game, and its rules were made to be broken."
Life
"She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock's locker room bitch."
Individuality
"But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality."
Truth
"Hatred is as easy as slipping on a well-worn woolen cloak. If only it provided the comfort of one."
Emotion
"They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals-if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first."
Romance
"A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives."
Sexuality
"I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It excites me. I am in Plato's cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them."
Emotion
"Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away."
Emotion
"Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her."
Emotion
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