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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “That is my principal objection to life, I think: It's too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #2
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “To be is to do - Socrates.
    To do is to be - Jean-Paul Satre.
    Do be do be do -Frank Sinatra.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “My wife has been killed by a machine which should never have come into the hands of any human being. It is called a firearm. It makes the blackest of all human wishes come true at once, at a distance: that something die.

    There is evil for you.

    We cannot get rid of mankind’s fleetingly wicked wishes. We can get rid of the machines that make them come true.

    I give you a holy word: DISARM.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #5
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “If a person survives an ordinary span of sixty years or more, there is every chance that his or her life as a shapely story has ended and all that remains to be experienced is epilogue. Life is not over, but the story is.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #6
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “the late twentieth century will go down in history, i'm sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #7
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of un-differentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick
    tags: life

  • #8
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “The boat is tied to shore. There aren't any oars in place. She isn't going anywhere. She wears a summer dress and a garden hat. Somebody has persuaded her to pose in the boat, with water around her and dappled with shade. She is laughing. She has just been married, or is about to be married. She will never be happier. She will never be more beautiful.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

  • #9
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
    tags: war, ww1

  • #10
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
    tags: war

  • #11
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #12
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony—Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #13
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
    tags: war

  • #14
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “It is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #15
    Charles Dickens
    “A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #16
    Charles Dickens
    “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #17
    Charles Dickens
    “I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #18
    Charles Dickens
    “A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #19
    Charles Dickens
    “Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #20
    Yogi Bhajan
    “If you are willing to look at another person’s behavior toward you as a reflection of the state of their relationship with themselves rather than a statement about your value as a person, then you will, over a period of time cease to react at all.”
    Yogi Bhajan

  • #21
    George Orwell
    “The train bore me away, through the monstrous scenery of slag-heaps, chimneys, piled scrap-iron, foul canals, paths of cindery mud criss-crossed by the prints of clogs. This was March, but the weather had been horribly cold and everywhere there were mounds of blackened snow. As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her—her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye. She had a round pale face, the usual exhausted face of the slum girl who is twenty-five and looks forty, thanks to miscarriages and drudgery; and it wore, for the second in which I saw it, the most desolate, hopeless expression I have ever-seen. It struck me then that we are mistaken when we say that ‘It isn’t the same for them as it would be for us,’ and that people bred in the slums can imagine nothing but the slums. For what I saw in her face was not the ignorant suffering of an animal. She knew well enough what was happening to her—understood as well as I did how dreadful a destiny it was to be kneeling there in the bitter cold, on the slimy stones of a slum backyard, poking a stick up a foul drain-pipe.”
    George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier

  • #22
    William Shakespeare
    “True, I talk of dreams,
    Which are the children of an idle brain,
    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
    Which is as thin of substance as the air,
    And more inconstant than the wind, who woos
    Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
    And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
    Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

  • #23
    Paulo Coelho
    “The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #24
    Paulo Coelho
    “Don't give in to your fears. If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #25
    Paulo Coelho
    “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #26
    Paulo Coelho
    “Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #27
    Paulo Coelho
    “It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #28
    Paulo Coelho
    “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

  • #29
    Charles Dickens
    “How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart.”
    Charles Dickens, Hard Times

  • #30
    Charles Dickens
    “She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.”
    Charles Dickens, Hard Times



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