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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #2
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “We'd been apart so long--I'd been dead so long," she said in English. "I thought surely you'd built a new life, with no room in it for me. I'd hoped that."
    "My life is nothing but room for you." I said. "It could never be filled by anyone but you.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

  • #3
    Oscar Wilde
    “When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #5
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #6
    Pablo Neruda
    “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #7
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #8
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #9
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #10
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
    Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems

  • #11
    Pablo Neruda
    “I want
    To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #12
    Pablo Neruda
    “Quiero que sepas
    una cosa.

    Si de pronto
    me olvidas
    no me busques,
    que ya te habré olvidado.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #13
    Pablo Neruda
    “If suddenly you do not exist,
    If suddenly you are not living,
    I shall go on living.

    I do not dare,
    I do not dare to write it,
    if you die.

    I shall go on living.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #14
    Pablo Neruda
    “In this part of the story I am the one who
    dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
    because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #15
    Pablo Neruda
    “Take bread away from me, if you wish,
    take air away, but
    do not take from me your laughter.

    Do not take away the rose,
    the lance flower that you pluck,
    the water that suddenly
    bursts forth in joy,
    the sudden wave
    of silver born in you.

    My struggle is harsh and I come back
    with eyes tired
    at times from having seen
    the unchanging earth,
    but when your laughter enters
    it rises to the sky seeking me
    and it opens for me all
    the doors of life.

    My love, in the darkest
    hour your laughter
    opens, and if suddenly
    you see my blood staining
    the stones of the street,
    laugh, because your laughter
    will be for my hands
    like a fresh sword.

    Next to the sea in the autumn,
    your laughter must raise
    its foamy cascade,
    and in the spring, love,
    I want your laughter like
    the flower I was waiting for,
    the blue flower, the rose
    of my echoing country.

    Laugh at the night,
    at the day, at the moon,
    laugh at the twisted
    streets of the island,
    laugh at this clumsy
    fool who loves you,
    but when I open
    my eyes and close them,
    when my steps go,
    when my steps return,
    deny me bread, air,
    light, spring,
    but never your laughter. ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #16
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love.

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
    Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer
    Remember your hands; how did your lips
    Feel on mine?

    Because of you, I love the white statues
    Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
    Have neither voice nor sight.

    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes.

    Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
    My vague memory of you. I live with pain
    That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
    Make to me an irreperable harm.

    Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
    Vines on melancholy walls.

    I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
    Glimpse you in every window.

    Because of you, the heady perfumes of
    Summer pain me; because of you, I again
    Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
    Shooting stars, falling objects.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #17
    Pablo Neruda
    “Por eso tengo que volver
    a tantos sitios veneridos
    para encontrarme conmigo
    y examinarme sin cesar
    sin testigo que la luna,
    y luego silbar de alegria
    pisando piedras y terrones
    sin tarea que existir
    sin familia que el camino ”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #18
    Pablo Neruda
    “Walking Around

    Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
    Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines
    marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro
    navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza.

    El olor de las pelquerías me hace llorar a gritos.
    Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana,
    sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines,
    ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores.

    Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis uñas
    y mi pelo y mi sombra.
    Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.

    Sin embargo sería delicioso
    asustar a un notario con un lirio cortado
    o dar muerte a une monja con un golpe de oreja.
    Sería bello
    ir por las calles con un cuchillo verde
    y dando gritos hasta morir de frío.

    No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas,
    vacilante, extendido, tiritando de sueño,
    hacia abajo, en las tripas mojadas de la tierra,
    absorbiendo y pensando, comiendo cada día.

    No quiero para mí tantas desgracias.
    No quiero continuar de raíz y de tumba,
    de subterráneo solo, de bodega con muertos
    ateridos, muriéndome de pena.

    Por eso el día lunes arde como el petróleo
    cuando me ve llegar con mi cara de cárcel,
    y aúlla en su transcurso como una rueda herida,
    y da pasos de sangre caliente hacia la noche.

    Y me empuja a ciertos rincones, a ciertas casas húmedas,
    a hospitales donde los huesos salen por la ventana,
    a ciertas zapaterías con olor a vinagre,
    a calles espantosas como grietas.

    Hay pájaros de color de azufre y horribles intestinos
    colgando de las puertas de las casas que odio,
    hay dentaduras olvidadas en una cafetera,
    hay espejos
    que debieran haber llorado de vergüenza y espanto,
    hay paraguas en todas partes, y venenos, y ombligos.

    Yo paseo con calma, con ojos, con zapatos,
    con furia, con olvido,
    paso, cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia,
    y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre:
    calzoncillos, toallas y camisas que lloran
    lentas lágrimas sucias.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #19
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #20
    “The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.”
    George Washington Burnap, The Sphere and Duties of Woman: A Course of Lectures

  • #21
    Immanuel Kant
    “Act in such a way that you treat humanity, whether in your own person or in the person of any other, never merely as a means to an end, but always at the same time as an end.”
    Immanuel Kant, Grounding for the Metaphysics of Morals/On a Supposed Right to Lie Because of Philanthropic Concerns

  • #22
    Dr. Seuss
    “And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
    stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
    Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

  • #23
    Elizabeth Gilbert
    “If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will protect upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.”
    Elizabeth Gilbert

  • #24
    William Shakespeare
    “Cowards die many times before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste of death but once.
    Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
    Seeing that death, a necessary end,
    Will come when it will come.”
    William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

  • #25
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #26
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
    THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
    FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
    WAS MUSIC”
    kurt vonnegut

  • #27
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

  • #28
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

  • #29
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And so it goes...”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #30
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five



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