

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”
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“Kas nežino: istoriją kuria žmonės!
Bet kai istorija jau būna sukurta, sklaidydami jos puslapius žmonių kažkodėl nebematome. Šmėkso Vytautas, Algirdas, Gediminas, Napoleonas ir kitokios pamėklės, kurių vieninteliai nuopelnai ir sugebėjimai: melžt žmogų, siurbt kraują ir kur pakliūva švaistytis kardais bei įstatymais.
O kur Antanas, Albinas, Albertynas ir Patriūbavičius?
Jie melžia karves ir švaistosi šakėmis ant mėšlo krūvos.”
― History of Lithuania
Bet kai istorija jau būna sukurta, sklaidydami jos puslapius žmonių kažkodėl nebematome. Šmėkso Vytautas, Algirdas, Gediminas, Napoleonas ir kitokios pamėklės, kurių vieninteliai nuopelnai ir sugebėjimai: melžt žmogų, siurbt kraują ir kur pakliūva švaistytis kardais bei įstatymais.
O kur Antanas, Albinas, Albertynas ir Patriūbavičius?
Jie melžia karves ir švaistosi šakėmis ant mėšlo krūvos.”
― History of Lithuania

“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.”
― Shakespeare's Sonnets
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.”
― Shakespeare's Sonnets
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