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Believe me,I’d like to listen,but it doesn’t work,because if I’m quiet and serious,everyone thinks I’m putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke....finally end up turning my heart inside out,the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside,and keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if…if only there were no other people in the world.
Yours, Anne M. Frank

thunder that, one day,will destroy us too,I feel the suffering of millions.And yet,when I look up at the sky,I somehow feel that everything will change for the better that this cruelty too will end,that peace and tranquility will return once more

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Actually,I’m what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker—a mere diversion,a comic interlude,something that is soon forgotten:not bad,but not particularly good either

I believe that in the course of the next century the notion that it’s a woman’s duty to have children will change and make way for the respect and admiration of all women,who bear their burdens without complaint or a lot of pompous words

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It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching

I was born happy, I love people, I have a trusting nature, and I’d like everyone else to be happy too

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I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

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Nature makes me feel humble and ready to face every blow with courage!
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Nature is the one thing for which there is no substitute!

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JUNE 12, 1942
I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

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People can tell you to shut up, but they can’t keep you from having an opinion.

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beauty remains, even in misfortune.
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A person who’s happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!

art doesn’t need critics,art has enough enemies already.Art needs friends
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Great art is a small break from human despair

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Art is what we leave of ourselves in other people

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It’s hard to tell a story,any story,but it’s almost impossible if it’s your own

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Life is long,but it moves at high speed,a single step here or there can be enough to ruin everything

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What would someone like me write a book about?”

Imagination is the only thing that stops us from thinking about death every second.

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Nothing weighs more than someone else’s belief in you.

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Art is a moment. Art is being a reason. Art is coping with being alive for one more week

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You can be whatever you want to in life, as long as you don’t become a critic! Not of other people, and not of yourself. It’s so easy to be a critic, any coward can do that. But

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Louisa is a teenager, the best kind of human.

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Surely taking life for granted is the whole point of being here, because what else are we doing?
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The only thing we can take for granted is that everyone we have ever met and everyone we have ever known and everyone we have ever loved will die. So how great must our imaginations be for us to even summon up the enthusiasm to get out of bed each morning? Endless!

I must have died, the woman thought.

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We proclaim the Truth that serves our needs

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when you see someone glued to a phone, you see a person ignoring this world—rather than a person engrossed in another world…a world that, like this one, is made up of communities, friends, beauty, horror,love,conflict, right and wrong

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The right book at the right time can save your life
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“But you’ve got a book to deliver.”

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“Tom!”
No answer.
“Tom!”
No answer.

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If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.

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Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it.

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Homely truth is unpalatable.

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A wretch, who shrines his lusts in heaven,
And makes a pander of his God;
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If they will crouch to Iran’s foes,
Why, let them—till the land’s despair
Cries out to Heaven, and bondage grows
Too vile for e’en the vile to bear!

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Never—while breath of life shall live
Within them—never to forgive
The’ accursed race, whose ruthless chain
Hath left on Iran’s neck a stain
Blood, blood alone can cleanse again!

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Never was Iran doom’d to bend
Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
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Yet has she hearts, mid all this ill,
O’er all this wreck high buoyant still
With hope and vengeance;—hearts that yet—
Like gems, in darkness, issuing rays
They’ve treasur’d from the sun that’s set,—
Beam all the light of long-lost days!

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it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

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Who, that midst a desert’s heat
Sees the waters fade away,
Would not rather die than meet
Streams again as false as they?
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It was impossible,he added,not to feel interested in the many glorious but unsuccessful struggles, which had been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted conquerors

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In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, King of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favor of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet; and, passing into India through the delightful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on his way.

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All the way up the stairs, the children fought not to carry the envelope.

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I only have one life, and I want to live it, not act another because it fits in with less trouble

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We could all say what we really were thinking.’
‘If everyone did that,’ warned Daniel, ‘the world would turn into a bear garden.’

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His youngest child just squeezed his hand.

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There should have been a dark whisper in the wind. Or maybe a deep chill in the bone. Something
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Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

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Grief can be inordinately selfish.

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I learned that just because you can’t see any other explanation doesn’t mean that one doesn’t exist. It just means you can’t see it.

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And that, I knew, would always be enough.

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But we are our own cavalry. The only cavalry there is. Whose horses seem in permanent hobble status!

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Can they not see that we see what is happening here? Are we to them only silent, witless nonessentials—prostrate irrelevancies to step over in their march to own, to expropriate, to steal everything in sight—even our very tongues!

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We’re all quite curious to know.
Sincerely,
Doug (Cyberhead) Watts

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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
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NOLLOPTON
Sunday, July 23
Dear Cousin Tassie,
Thank you for the lovely postcards.

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We must respect that silence and make our decisions and judgments based upon science and fact and simple old-fashioned common sense—a commodity absent for too long from those in governmental elevatia, where its employ would do us all much good.

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The days and hours we dread approach with the speed of the wind; they hasten towards us like dark, heavy rainclouds, driven by the wind across the sky.
But happy days take their time, as though the year were a maze and they could not find their way out of it, least of all to us.

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A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

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but it is a trait in the perversity of human nature to reject the obvious and the ready, for the far-distant and equivocal.

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Every author should confine himself to matters of experience.

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Many years ago I contracted an intimacy with a Mr William Legrand.

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Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial.

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There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.

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An arrow with strange markings was the clue that sent Basil of Baker Street scurrying off to Switzerland in search of the Lost Colony.

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“You should have attended to the sick, and left the well alone!”

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And may our dreams be safe from tabbies and toms!”

He owns the bird-songs of the hills—
The laughter of the April rills;

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Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,

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When life was like a story, holding neither sob nor sigh,
In the golden olden glory of the days gone by

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The blight of the frost may descend on the tree,
And the leaf and the flower may fall and expire,
But ever and ever love blossoms for me,
As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.

One fiery-colored moment:one great love:and lo!we die

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all life is one,and all is change

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For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die

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For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn

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And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword

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Love only knows no winter; never dies:

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’Tis I, ’tis I, whose soul is as the reed
Which has no message of its own to play,
So pipes another’s bidding, it is I,
Drifting with every wind on the wide sea of misery.

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and, when all is said,
Death is too rude, too obvious a key
To solve one single secret in a life’s philosophy.

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For sweet, to feel is better than to know,
And wisdom is a childless heritage,

IN THE drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta

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His idea of seeing the world was to see, not countries, but people; and to see them from as many angles as possible

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when once you’ve discovered a secret yourself, it always seems as if it must be so obvious to everybody else.

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Antony could never resist another person’s bookshelves

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I’m just getting into the swing of it.”

But the air’s so appetizin’;and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—

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They’re ‘good old times’ because they’re dead and gone!

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My book,neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or, lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again

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Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

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To all the little children:—The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones—Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,

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The past is like a story
I have listened to in dreams
That vanished in the glory
Of the Morning’s early gleams;

به نام نقش بند صفحه خاک
عذارافروز مه رویان افلاک

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وگرخاطرکشد شهنامه پیش آر

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کسی کو گل نچیده دسته بندد
چو گل بر روزگار خویش خندد
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نه هرآبی که باشد آن روانست
نه هرچیزیکه گویند آنچنانست

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که خارد پشت من جز ناخن خویش
وگر خارد کند پشت مرا ریش

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ز دریای درون چون موج خیزد
سخن آبیست کز آن موج ریزد

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جهان نقدی که دادستت به آغاز
بدان روشن که روزی گیردت باز

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به نوروزی چو نقش نامه بستم
به پیروزی ورق را درشکستم

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ثنایی در خور آن حضرت پاک
نیاید در وجود از ذره ای خاک

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گل ار جویی میان خار میباش
زر ار خواهی بزاری زار میباش
نخواهی یافت چیزی رایگانی
درین بازار مرگ و زندگانی

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جهان خرم شد از خندیدن گل
مبارک باد بر ما دیدن گل

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مرا افتادگان کی دست گیرند
خلاصم کی بود زایشان کاسیرند
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کجا از قطره آید کار دریا
کجا داند ثرى قدر ثریا

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ز دریا جو که گوهر نیست در جوی

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گل و نوروز جان افروز بادا
مبارک چون گل و نوروز بادا