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    W.B. Yeats
    “Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #2
    Oscar Wilde
    “Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”
    William Shakespeare, Hamlet

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    William Shakespeare
    “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 fools
    The 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 tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #6
    Herman Melville
    “I would prefer not to.”
    Herman Melville, Bartleby the Scrivener

  • #7
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “And do you know what “the world” is to me? Shall I show it to you in my mirror? This world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expend itself but only transforms itself; as a whole, of unalterable size, a household without expenses or losses, but likewise without increase or income; enclosed by “nothingness” as by a boundary; not something blurry or wasted, not something endlessly extended, but set in a definite space as a definite force, and not a space that might be “empty” here or there, but rather as force throughout, as a play of forces and waves of forces, at the same time one and many, increasing here and at the same time decreasing there; a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back, with tremendous years of recurrence, with an ebb and a flood of its forms; out of the simplest forms striving toward the most complex, out of the stillest, most rigid, coldest forms striving toward the hottest, most turbulent, most self-contradictory, and then again returning home to the simple out of this abundance, out of the play of contradictions back to the joy of concord, still affirming itself in this uniformity of its courses and its years, blessing itself as that which must return eternally, as a becoming that knows no satiety, no disgust, no weariness: this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self- creating, the eternally self-destroying, this mystery world of the twofold voluptuous delight, my “beyond good and evil,” without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal; without will, unless a ring feels good will toward itself— do you want a name for this world? A solution for all of its riddles? A light for you, too, you best-concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly men?— This world is the will to power—and nothing besides! And you yourselves are also this will to power—and nothing besides!”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power

  • #8
    Ludwig van Beethoven
    “Music is ... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy”
    Ludwig van Beethoven

  • #9
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #10
    Maya Angelou
    “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
    Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  • #11
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #12
    Heinrich Heine
    “Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.”
    Heinrich Heine

  • #13
    John Berryman
    “We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.”
    John Berryman

  • #14
    Dmitri Shostakovich
    “When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.”
    Dmitri Shostakovich

  • #15
    H.G. Wells
    “We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.”
    H.G. Wells

  • #16
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean? Who is it that has lured me into the world? Why was I not consulted, why not made acquainted with its manners and customs instead of throwing me into the ranks, as if I had been bought by a kidnapper, a dealer in souls? How did I obtain an interest in this big enterprise they call reality? Why should I have an interest in it? Is it not a voluntary concern? And if I am to be compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I should like to make a remark to him. Is there no director? Whither shall I turn with my complaint?”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #17
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.”
    Soren Kierkegaard
    tags: life

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

  • #19
    Herodotus
    “Of all men’s miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.”
    Herodotus, The Histories

  • #20
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    “When we treat man as he is we make him worse than he is.
    When we treat him as if he already was what he potentially could be
    We make him what he should be.”
    Goethe

  • #21
    Clarice Lispector
    “I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
    Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

  • #22
    Clarice Lispector
    “Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #23
    Frank O'Hara
    “Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.”
    Frank O'Hara, Meditations in an Emergency

  • #24
    Vincent van Gogh
    “Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
    Vincent van Gogh

  • #25
    Maxim Gorky
    “Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.”
    Maxim Gorky, The Lower Depths and Other Plays

  • #26
    A.A. Milne
    “We didn't know we were making memories, we were just having fun”
    A. A. Milne

  • #27
    A.A. Milne
    “Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
    A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #28
    A.A. Milne
    “I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.”
    A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #29
    Milan Kundera
    “We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. the first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. the second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. they are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. they are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. this happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. people in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. one day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. and finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. they are the dreamers.”
    Milan Kundera

  • #30
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. There may be countless trails and bridges and demigods who would gladly carry you across; but only at the price of pawning and forgoing yourself. There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk!”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Schopenhauer as Educator



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