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"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
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"My heart broke and my mind opened, tragedy works in a funny way like that ~ what once tore me apart was actually what was setting my truth free."
"We are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember."
"Negative thoughts about ourselves steals our energy."
"Nostalgia is your brain's way of photoshopping the blemishes of your past."
"A poor but confident man is as hard to find as a rich but shy man."
"Most people are far too much occupied with themselves to be malicious."
"I have found that as your wisdom and maturity develop, the number of other people you blame for your own circumstances shrinks."
"A person with a victim complex is unable to set goals and achieve them independently."
"It is not until you find yourself lost in the silence that you will learn to let go because everyone has let go of you."
"Often people that tell others they are "extremely polite" when the situation calls for tact and bluntness are not actually polite people. Instead, they hide behind the word "polite" because they have low self esteem or hidden agendas. Sadly, they impolitely confuse the hell out of everyone, send mixed signals, which then makes people question their sanity and motives."
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"Let him talk," said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I a satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle."
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."
"From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily about in mazy courses, it passed away, at length, through a shadowy gorge, among hills still dimmer than those whence it had issued. We called it the "River of Silence"; for there seemed to be a hushing influence in its flow. No murmur arose from its bed, and so gently it wandered along, that the pearly pebbles upon which we loved to gaze, far down within its bosom, stirred not at all, but lay in a motionless content, each in its own old station, shining on gloriously forever."
"Twas noontide of summer,And mid-time of night;And stars, in their orbits,Shone pale, thro' the lightOf the brighter, cold moon,'Mid planets her slaves,Herself in the Heavens,Her beam on the waves.I gazed awhileOn her cold smile;Too cold"too cold for me-There pass'd, as a shroud,A fleecy cloud,And I turned away to thee,Proud Evening Star,In thy glory afar,And dearer thy beam shall be;For joy to my heartIs the proud partThou bearest in Heaven at night,And more I admireThy distant fire,Than that colder, lowly light."
"At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon."
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence" whether much that is glorious" whether all that is profound" does not spring from disease of thought" from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
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