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"And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others. And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."
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"One of the things you could do with your time is to convert it into a treasure and that treasure is called solitude."
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"In solitude, you will find the soul."
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"Sickness awakens sadness sleeps- Moments of aloneness results into peace."
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"When alone, concentrate on the fruits of the solitude, not on the poisons of it!"
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"A time of solitude will always produce some fruits."
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"Solitude with God is a place for pregnancy."
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"In solitude, you listen to the sacred voice."
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"Solitude is independence."
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"Sometimes solitude is a real heaven for the tired minds and a marvellous sanctuary for the wounded souls!"
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"A wounded heart needs aloof."
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"It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them."
Writing
"He decided not to ask for details. Better to avoid exposing his ignorance even further."
Technology
"Me, I've seen 45 years, and I've only figured out one thing. That's this: if a person would just make the effort, there's something to be learned from everything. From even the most ordinary, commonplace things, there's always something you can learn. I read somewhere that they said there's even different philosophies in razors. Fact is, if it weren't for that, nobody'd survive."
Wisdom
"Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."
Identity
"Robbing people of their actual history is the same as robbing them of part of themselves. It's a crime."Fuka-Eri thought about that for a moment.Tengo went on, "Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves."
History
"It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck."
Attitude
"Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells."
Life
"Ships passing in broad daylight."
Life
"One guy yelled at me, 'You stupid bitch, how do you live like that with nothing in your brain?' Well, that did it. I wasn't going to put up with that. Ok, I'm not so smart. I'm working class. But it's the working class that keeps the world running, and it's the working classes that get exploited. What kind of revolution is it that just throws out big words that working-class people can't understand? What kind of crap social revolution is that? I mean, I'd like to make the world a better place, too. If somebody's really being exploited, we've got to put a stop to it. That's what I believe, and that's why I ask questions. Am I right, or what?"
Society
"The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer would last forever: the warmth of a girl's skin, an old rock 'n' roll song, freshly washed button-down shirt, the odor of cigarette smoke in a pool changing room, a fleeting premonition. Then one summer (when had it been?) the dreams had vanished, never to return."
Life
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