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The Soul of Man under Socialism by Oscar Wilde

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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

“The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.”
― Anthony Liccione

tags: another-story, broken-love, brushstrokes, disappointment-over-something, done, dry, dull, dying, finished, hard, nightmare, pain, painting, portrait, quick, recapture, regret, remorse, rewind-the-hands-of-time, saddness, sleep, speedy, stale, time, too-fast, too-late, wake-up, wet, wish

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“Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if people would simply take the time to ask, "What else could this mean?”
― Shannon L. Alder

tags: anger, ego, misinterpretation, misunderstand, misunderstandings, overthinking, pain, perception, perspective, questions, reading-into-everything, reading-into-things, second-quessing, self-esteem, self-improvement

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“Sensitive people usually love deeply and hate deeply. They don't know any other way to live than by extremes because thier emotional theromastat is broken.”
― Shannon L. Alder

tags: adhd, anger, bipolar, disorders, extremes, feelings, hate, illness, love, mental-disorders, ocd, out-of-balance, sensitiveness

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“Never rebel for the sake of rebelling, but always rebel for the sake of truth.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

tags: conform, conformity, honest, honesty, perseverance, persistence, rebel, rebelling, rebellion, spite, stand-up, standing-out, take-a-stand, true, truth, wisdom, wise

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“A book about books is like a poem about poetry:

Books are knowledge, paid for, all.
Readers - horses in a stall.
Stallions should always run.
Lest they stale become, in turn.

Running waters are most clear.
In some books, you disappear –
lose yourself, and track of time.
How I wish that one was mine...

Mine, to have, to write, to read...
Mine, just like a flying steed.
Mine, forever, - to improve.
Would I then, of me, approve?

I would not, I can't... myself.
I'm but dust, swept off a shelf.
Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled,
down, beside my flower, petalled.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...