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  • #1
    Voltaire
    “It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.”
    Voltaire

  • #2
    Voltaire
    “Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
    Voltaire

  • #3
    Octavio Paz
    “Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.”
    Octavio Paz

  • #4
    Octavio Paz
    “Beyond myself, somewhere,
    I wait for my arrival.”
    Octavio Paz, The Collected Poems, 1957-1987

  • #5
    Octavio Paz
    “No one behind, no one ahead.
    The path the ancients cleared has closed.
    And the other path, everyone's path,
    easy and wide, goes nowhere.
    I am alone and find my way.”
    Octavio Paz

  • #6
    Octavio Paz
    “Ser uno mismo es, siempre, llegar a ser ese otro que somos y que llevamos escondido en nuestro interior, más que nada como promesa o posibilidad de ser.”
    Octavio Paz, El laberinto de la soledad / Postdata / Vuelta a "El laberinto de la soledad"

  • #7
    Octavio Paz
    “Self-discovery is above all the realization that we are alone.”
    Octavio Paz

  • #8
    Octavio Paz
    “...que busca? Tal vez busca su destino. Tal vez su destino es buscar.

    ...what is he searching for? Perhaps he searches for his destiny. Perhaps his destiny is to search.”
    Octavio Paz, El laberinto de la soledad

  • #9
    Octavio Paz
    “Una civilización que niega a la muerte, acaba por negar a la vida.”
    Octavio Paz, El laberinto de la soledad / Postdata / Vuelta a "El laberinto de la soledad"

  • #10
    Octavio Paz
    “Las masas humanas más peligrosas son aquellas en cuyas venas ha sido inyectado el veneno del miedo… del miedo al cambio”
    Octavio Paz

  • #11
    Octavio Paz
    “a human being is never what he is but the self he seeks.”
    Octavio Paz

  • #12
    Octavio Paz
    “Dime cómo mueres y te diré quien eres.”
    Octavio Paz, El laberinto de la soledad / Postdata / Vuelta a "El laberinto de la soledad"

  • #13
    Lillian Hellman
    “Old paint on a canvas, as it ages, sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens it is possible, in some pictures, to see the original lines: a tree will show through a woman's dress, a child makes way for a dog, a large boat is no longer on an open sea. That is called pentimento because the painter "repented," changed his mind. Perhaps it would be as well to say that the old conception, replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again. That is all I mean about the people in this book. The paint has aged and I wanted to see what was there for me once, what is there for me now.”
    Lillian Hellman, Pentimento

  • #14
    Daphne du Maurier
    “But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.”
    Daphne du Maurier

  • #15
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Women want love to be a novel. Men, a short story.”
    Daphne du Maurier

  • #16
    Raymond Carver
    “Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.”
    Raymond Carver

  • #17
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground

  • #18
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “To love someone means to see them as God intended them.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

  • #19
    Shel Silverstein
    “Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #20
    Shel Silverstein
    “There are no happy endings.
    Endings are the saddest part,
    So just give me a happy middle
    And a very happy start.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #21
    Shel Silverstein
    “How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #22
    Shel Silverstein
    “The Voice

    There is a voice inside of you
    That whispers all day long,
    "I feel this is right for me,
    I know that this is wrong."
    No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
    Or wise man can decide
    What's right for you--just listen to
    The voice that speaks inside.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #23
    Shel Silverstein
    “Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
    Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree

  • #24
    Shel Silverstein
    “I cannot go to school today"
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    "I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
    I'm going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

    And there's one more - that's seventeen,
    And don't you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
    It might be the instamatic flu.

    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button's caving in.

    My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
    My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
    My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

    I have a sliver in my thumb.

    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,

    I think my hair is falling out.

    My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

    There's a hole inside my ear.

    I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
    What? What's that? What's that you say?
    You say today is .............. Saturday?

    G'bye, I'm going out to play!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #25
    Shel Silverstein
    “Do a loony-goony dance
    'Cross the kitchen floor,
    Put something silly in the world
    That ain't been there before.”
    Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

  • #26
    Shel Silverstein
    “The Little Boy and the Old Man

    Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
    Said the old man, "I do that too."
    The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
    I do that too," laughed the little old man.
    Said the little boy, "I often cry."
    The old man nodded, "So do I."
    But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
    Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
    And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
    I know what you mean," said the little old man.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #27
    Shel Silverstein
    “Draw a crazy picture,
    Write a nutty poem,
    Sing a mumble-gumble song,
    Whistle through your comb.
    Do a loony-goony dance
    'Cross the kitchen floor,
    Put something silly in the world
    That ain't been there before.”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #28
    Shel Silverstein
    “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #29
    Shel Silverstein
    “Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
    Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
    Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
    Nobody listens and laughs at me jokes.
    Nobody helps when I get into a fight,
    Nobody does all my homework at night.
    Nobody misses me,
    Nobody cries,
    Nobody thinks I'm a wonderful guy.
    So, if you ask me who's my best friend, in a whiz,
    I'll stand up and tell you NOBODY is!
    But yesterday night I got quite a scare
    I woke up and Nobody just WASN'T there!
    I called out and reached for Nobody's hand,
    In the darkness where Nobody usually stands,
    Then I poked through the house, in each cranny and nook,
    But I found SOMEBODY each place that I looked.
    I seached till I'm tired, and now with the dawn,
    There's no doubt about it-
    NOBODY'S GONE!!”
    Shel Silverstein

  • #30
    Shel Silverstein
    “Tell my I'm clever,
    Tell me I'm kind,
    Tell me I'm talented,
    Tell me I'm cute,
    Tell me I'm sensitive,
    Graceful and Wise
    Tell me I'm perfect--
    But tell me the TRUTH.”
    Shel Silverstein, Falling Up



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