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1. "It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation."
Author: Alice Fulton
2. "I'm buried now; I've done with life;I've done with hate, revenge, and strife;I've done with joy, and hope and loveAnd all the bustling world above.Long have I dwelt forgotten hereIn pining woe and dull despair;This place of solitude and gloomMust be my dungeon and my tomb.No hope, no pleasure can I find;I am grown weary of my mind;Often in balmy sleep I tryTo gain a rest from misery,And in one hour of calm reposeTo find a respite from my woes,But dreamless sleep is not for meAnd I am still in misery."
Author: Anne Brontë
3. "And what of the dead? They lie without shoesin the stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuseto be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone."
Author: Anne Sexton
4. "I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman,"which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week(for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some useto my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But youare of no use to the stars. . . "The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer.And the little prince went away."
Author: Antoine De Saint Exupéry
5. "Fiquei ali, com o corpo moído e doído, as lágrimas correndo pelo meu rosto, às vezes chegando aos meus lábios, me fazendo sentir seu gosto salgado. Em minha cabeça, eu tinha apenas fantasias. Um monte de situações imaginárias em que eu acabava com meu pai, em que eu fazia que nem se faz com um inseto asqueroso."
Author: Camilo Gomes Jr.
6. "Omnivore, omnifume, omniboit, omnivoit. Ne znaš odabrati, to je uvijek nedostatak izvrsnosti. Zato si ti svaštar. To je netko kome je sve lijepo. Život je za takve prekratak. Condition humaine to ne dopušta. Doista lijepim možeš smatrati samo ono u što se stvarno razumiješ. Onaj koji ne odabire, zaglavit ce. Nemar, nedostatak pažnje, bez pravog razumijevanja icega, prljava strana dilentatizma. Druga polovina dvadesetog stoljeca. Više šansi za sve. Više ljudi zna manje o više stvari. Širenje znanja na što široj razini. Tko se želi klizati, propada kroz led."
Author: Cees Nooteboom
7. "REFUSALWhen you refuseto tell your weightand age,people knowyou're fat and old."
Author: Chocolate Waters
8. "This is what my voice sounds likeI don't need to be talking to someone elseTo hear it"
Author: David Levithan
9. "Pici passi. Un viagio in bici xe fato de pici passeti. I pici passi te permeti, co te entri int'un paeseto, de entrarghe veramente, de sentirlo tuo, de respirar a pieni polmoni la sua atmosfera, de imerger totalmente i tui zinque sensi int'un novo contesto. I pici passi fa questo. Fa assaporar i loghi, fa assaporar le persone, fa assaporar la tua crescita assieme a queste. Pici passi come filosofia de vita."
Author: Diego Manna
10. "A midst deceit I found the truth;there in the rough I found a diamond.And from the moment we met,I think of no one elseToday I choose to be, to live and breathe;to dream, to weep, and to sing in free verse.And you, the object of my delight:a like-minded opposite I am myself with,a mind-fuck times six, seven, eight thousand and three.I know that you love me with every inch of your deep."
Author: Donato DiCristino
11. "Ne nismo mi bili ljubavnici. Nikad… Samo smo se ponekad malo gledali, kad nas nisu gledali. I to je sve… Oboje smo na lancicu nosili po polovinu davno polomljene tajne, ali nismo pokušavali da je sastavimo. Ko zna zašto, ta je tajna lebdelanad desetogodišnjim okeanom prošlog vremena, kao ukleta lada. Negde ovde, daleko. Negde tamo, blizu. Ni na nebu, ni na zemlji… Nismo mi bili ljubavnici. Nikad. Samo smo se ponekad u dugim nocima punog meseca malo tražili po talasnim dužinama ceznje. I to je sve…"
Author: Ðorde Balaševic
12. "One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide and made my pains his prey.Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assayA mortal thing so to immortalise;For I myself shall like to this decay,And eke my name be wipèd out likewise.Not so (quod I); let baser things deviseTo die in dust, but you shall live by fame;My verse your virtues rare shall eternise,And in the heavens write your glorious name:Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue,Our love shall live, and later life renew."
Author: Edmund Spenser
13. "«Merda…» Furono queste le sole parole che riuscirono a raggiungere le labbra di Dima e gli fuoriuscirono dalla bocca.La pelle di Irina era più bianca del solito, quasi trasparente, e i capelli erano luminosi e setosi come una nuvola di zucchero filato. Nonostante lei fosse avvolta di stracci e di sporcizia, per Dima quella che aveva di fronte non era una donna, ma una dea scesa tra i mortali per illuminare la sera e sostituire la luna nel firmamento notturno.Irina si fermò e rimase immobile senza pronunciare alcuna parola. In attesa. Era cosciente di mostrare molto più di quello che qualcuno avrebbe dovuto vedere, ma della complessità di quel momento la preoccupava solo che l'uomo che amava la guardasse con occhi differenti. Lo sguardo di disprezzo per chi è diverso.(brano inedito tratto da Teufel, il Diavolo in uscita a fine Marzo)"
Author: Eilan Moon
14. "If You KnewWhat if you knew you'd be the lastto touch someone?If you were taking tickets, for example,at the theater, tearing them,giving back the ragged stubs,you might take care to touch that palmbrush your fingertipsalong the lifeline's crease.When a man pulls his wheeled suitcasetoo slowly through the airport, whenthe car in front of me doesn't signal,when the clerk at the pharmacywon't say thank you, I don't rememberthey're going to die.A friend told me she'd been with her aunt.They'd just had lunch and the waiter,a young gay man with plum black eyes,joked as he served the coffee, kissedher aunt's powdered cheek when they left.Then they walked half a block and her auntdropped dead on the sidewalk.How close does the dragon's spumehave to come? How wide does the crackin heaven have to split?What would people look likeif we could see them as they are,soaked in honey, stung and swollen,reckless, pinned against time?"
Author: Ellen Bass
15. "Apparently with no surpriseTo any happy FlowerThe Frost beheads it at its play --In accidental power --The blonde Assassin passes on --The Sun proceeds unmovedTo measure off another DayFor an Approving God."
Author: Emily Dickinson
16. "Nonsense make senseto the onewho misses them"
Author: Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico
17. "Jamais consegui nada, nem mesmo me tornar malvado; não consegui ser belo, nem mau, nem canalha, nem herói, nem mesmo um inseto. E agora, termino a existência no meu cantinho, onde tento piedosamente me consolar, aliás sem sucesso, dizendo-me que um homem inteligente não consegue nunca se tornar alguma coisa, e que só o imbecil triunfa. Sim, meus senhores, o homem do século XIX tem o dever de ser essencialmente destituído de caráter; está moralmente obrigado a isso. O homem que possui caráter, o homem de ação, é um ser essencialmente medíocre."
Author: Fyodor Dostoyevsky
18. "Follows here the strict receiptFor that sauce to faint meat,Named idleness, which many eatBy preference, and call it sweet:First watch for morsels, like a houndMix well with buffets, stir them roundWith good thick oil of flattered,And froth with mean self-lauding lies.Serve warm: the vessels you must chooseTo keep it in are dead men's shoes."
Author: George Eliot
19. "My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep,But a continuance of enduring thought,Which then I can resist not: in my heartThere is a vigil, and these eyes but closeTo look within; and yet I live, and bearThe aspect and the form of breathing men."
Author: George Gordon Byron
20. "The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops."
Author: H.P. Lovecraft
21. "Some of them stole off to those cryptical realms which are known only to cats and which villagers say are on the moon's dark side, whither the cats leap from tall housetops; but one small black kitten crept upstairs and sprang in Carter's lap to purr and play, and curled up near his feet when he lay down at last on the little couch whose pillows were stuffed with fragrant drowsy herbs."
Author: H.P. Lovecraft
22. "StagesAs every flower fades and as all youthDeparts, so life at every stage,So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,Blooms in its day and may not last forever.Since life may summon us at every ageBe ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,Be ready bravely and without remorseTo find new light that old ties cannot give.In all beginnings dwells a magic forceFor guarding us and helping us to live.Serenely let us move to distant placesAnd let no sentiments of home detain us.The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain usBut lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.If we accept a home of our own making,Familiar habit makes for indolence.We must prepare for parting and leave-takingOr else remain the slaves of permanence.Even the hour of our death may sendUs speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,And life may summon us to newer races.So be it, heart: bid farewell without end."
Author: Hermann Hesse
23. "I am who I say I am,I'm not some fantasyof how you think you think you knowor who I ought to be.I am a girl who is growing up in my own sweet time,I am a girl who knows enoughto know this life is mine.I am this and I am that andI am everything in-between.I'm a dreamer, I'm a dancer,I'm a part-time drama queen.I'm a worrier, I'm a warrior,I'm a loner and a friend,I'm an outspoken defenderof justice to the end.I'm the girl in the mirror who likes the girl she sees,I'm the girl in the gypsy shawlwith music in her knees.I'm a singer and a scholar,I'm a girl who has been kissed.I'm a solver of equationswearing bangles on my wrist.I am bigger than i ever knew,I am stronger than before,I am every girl I have ever been,and all that are in store.I am who I say I am.I'm not some fantasy.I am the me I am inside.I am whoI choseto be."
Author: James Howe
24. "If I could cut out my beating heart and put it in a box and forget about it, I would. Maybe I would pad the box with our photos of you, our love letters, a lock of your hair and that heart-shaped perfume bottle, the one that I gave you for your birthday. You always said it was your favorite. Maybe if I put the box up in the attic,some place out of sight and sound,I could forget you. (sigh)I force myself to look around my yard. The sun is brilliant against the bright blue sky,birds are singing out their borders and gathering twigs and grasses for nesting, and the late-season daffodils are bursting an egg-yolk yellow. I feel myself smile. For the first time this season,I spot a Peace rose, a sunshine-swelled bloom of yellow and pink flame. I inhale the bloom's faintly sweet fragrance,which floats delicate memories of youacross my mind's eye — I am happy. Without thinking, I turn to the houseto call you.If only It was that easy."
Author: Jeffrey A. White
25. "Every ending has a beginning,it is when you chooseto teach what you have learned,to accept what you have lost,to smile from what you have criedand to realizethat life is still beautifuleven if you have been hurtby someone else."
Author: Jelord Klinn Cabresos
26. "Fairy SongShed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Weep no more! oh, weep no more!Young buds sleep in the root's white core.Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!For I was taught in ParadiseTo ease my breast of melodies,— Shed no tear.Overhead! look overhead!‘Mong the blossoms white and red—Look up, look up! I flutter nowOn this fresh pomegranate bough.See me! 'tis this silvery billEver cures the good man's ill.Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Adieu, adieu—I fly—adieu!I vanish in the heaven's blue,— Adieu, adieu!"
Author: John Keats
27. "Ah, much deluded! lay asideThy threats, and anger misapplied!Art not afraid with sounds like theseTo offend, where thou canst not appease?Death is not (wherefore dream'st thou thus?)The son of night and Erebus:Not was of fell Erynnis bornOn gulfs where Chaos rules forlorn.But sent from God, his presence leaves,To gather home his ripen'd sheaves,To call encumber'd souls awayFrom fleshly bonds to boundless day,(As when the winged hours excited,And summon forth the morning light)And each to convoy to her placeBefore the Eternal Father's face."
Author: John Milton
28. "Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness."
Author: Kahlil Gibran
29. "Nothingwould beeasier withoutyou,because youare everything,all of it-sprinkles, quarks, giantdonuts, eggs sunny-side up-youare the ever-expandinguniverseto me."
Author: Kate DiCamillo
30. "I don't ever dream about you and meI don't ever make up stuff about usThat would be considered insanityI don't ever drive by your houseTo see if you're inI don't even have an opinionOn that tramp that you are still seeingI don't know your timetableI don't know your face off by heartBut I must admit that there's still a part of meThat thinks we might get on"
Author: Kate Nash
31. "Whether I like it or not, most of my images of what various historical periods feel, smell, or sound like were acquired well before I set foot in any history class. They came from Margaret Mitchell, from Anya Seton, from M.M. Kaye, and a host of other authors, in their crackly plastic library bindings. Whether historians acknowledge it or not, scholarly history's illegitimate cousin, the historical novel, plays a profound role in shaping widely held conceptions of historical realities."
Author: Lauren Willig
32. "From bitter searching of the heart,quickened with passion and with painwe riseto play a greater part this is the faith from which we start."
Author: Leonard Cohen
33. "Still, when your truthful eyes,your keen, attentive stare,endow the vacuous slutwith royalty, when you matchher soul to her shimmering hair,what can she do but riseto your imagined throne?And what can I, but seebeyond the world that is,when, faithful, you insistI have the golden key--and learn from you once morethe terror and the bliss,the world as it might be?"
Author: Lisel Mueller
34. "Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face.Hello, you who made the morningand spread it over the fieldsand into the faces of the tulipsand the nodding morning glories,and into the windows of, even, themiserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was,dear star, that just happensto be where you are in the universeto keep us from ever-darkness,to ease us with warm touching,to hold us in the great hands of light –good morning, good morning, good morning.Watch, now, how I start the dayin happiness, in kindness."
Author: Mary Oliver
35. "I started taking walkswith my children on trash day just to collect the extra proofs ofpurchase. We'd roam the alleys together, stopping at each diaperbox. I learned to swiftly tear the proof of purchase off in a stealthmaneuver I'd refined with practice: pushing the stroller up closeto the box, bending down as if tying my shoe, and ripping off thequalifier, all in less than thirty seconds."
Author: Mary Potter Kenyon
36. "Dis-moi, rose, d'où vientqu'en toi-même enclose,ta lente essence imposeà cet espace en prosetous ces transports aérien?Combien de fois cet airprétend que les choses le trouent,ou, avec une moue,il se montre amer.Tandis qu'autour de ta chair,rose, il fait la roue."
Author: Rainer Maria Rilke
37. "Gledajuci tog covjeka u akciji, naucio sam mnogo. Bio je esencija dinamicnog menadžera, znao je izvanredno raspodijeliti poslove, motivirati druge, cak i izgledati dobro u radnom odijelu. Nikada nije tvrdio da je sposobniji od svojih podredenih. Priznavao je njihove sposobnosti u okviru njihovih domena. Ali on je davao viziju i ton, on je podizao duh. Osim toga, imao je onu romanticnu facu kojom je zavodio žene po svim galaksijama. Sjecam se sebe kao desetogodišnjaka s naocalama ispred televizora. Svaki put kad bi se Kirk pojavio na ekranu imao bih osjecaj da je preda mnom grcki bog.Imao je i fantasticne naprave. Kad sam bio klinac, fasciniralo me što na svaki planet nosi i onu spravicu, komunikator iz Zvjezdanih staza, pomocu kojeg može razgovarati s ostatkom posade. Danas i ja nosim nešto slicno u džepu. Tko se još sjeca da nam je Kirk prvi pokazao mobitel?"
Author: Randy Pausch
38. "The Blue Fly"Five summer days, five summer nights,The ignorant, loutish, giddy blue-flyHung without motion on the cling peachHumming occasionally ‘O my love, my fair one!'As in the canticles.Magnified one thousand times, the insectLooks farcically human; laugh if you will!Bald head, stage fairy wings, blear eyes,A caved-in chest, hairy black mandibles,Long spindly thighs.The crime was detected on the sixth day.What then could be said or done? By anyone?It would have been vindictive, mean, and what-not,To swat that fly for being a blue-fly,For debauch of a peach.Is it fair either, to bring a microscopeTo bear on the case, even in search of truth?Nature, doubtless, has some compelling causeTo glut the carriers of her epidemics -Nor did the peach complain."
Author: Robert Graves
39. "INVISIBLE BOYAnd here we see the invisible boyIn his lovely invisible house,Feeding a piece of invisible cheeseTo a little invisible mouse.Oh, what a beautiful picture to see!Will you draw an invisible picture for me?"
Author: Shel Silverstein
40. "And I flat out refuseto have one of those livesthat I wouldn't even wantto read about."
Author: Sonya Sones
41. "I've been down by the stream collecting berries. Would you care for some?"I would, actually, but I don't want to relent too soon. I do walk over and look at them. I've never seen this type before. No, I have. But not in the arena. These aren't Rue's berries, although they resemble them. Nor do they match any I learned about in training. I lean down and scoop up a few, rolling them between my fingers.My father's voice comes back to me. "Not these, Katniss. Never these. They're nightlock. You'll be dead before they reach your stomach."Just then the cannon fires. I whip around, expecting Peeta to collapseto the ground, but he only raises his eyebrows. The hoovercraft appears a hundred metres or so away.What's left of Foxface's emaciated body is lifted into the air."
Author: Suzanne Collins
42. "Now I stand before houses seton our secret trail, the haunt of arrowheadsand lost Indians the color of small plums,rooms in which the new boys play, tamedby computers and a summer waste of games,where once, in these woods, we tasted wild fruit."
Author: Thomas Dukes
43. "What to AcceptThe fact of mountains. The actualityOf any stone — by kicking, if necessary. The need to ignore stupid people, While restraining one's natural impulseTo murder them. The change from your dollar, Be it no more than a penny, For without a pretense of universal penuryThere can be no honor between rich and poor.Love, unconditionally, or until proven false.The inevitability of cancer and/orHeart disease. The dialogue as written, Once you've taken the role. Failure, Gracefully. Any hospitalityYou're willing to return. The airEach city offers you to breathe.The latest hit. Assistance.All accidents. The end."
Author: Thomas M. Disch
44. "It's a strange courageyou give me ancient star:Shine alone in the sunrisetoward which you lend no part!"
Author: William Carlos Williams
45. "TIMON Commend me to them,And tell them that, to ease them of their griefs,Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses,Their pangs of love, with other incident throesThat nature's fragile vessel doth sustainIn life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them:I'll teach them to prevent wild Alcibiades' wrath.First Senator I like this well; he will return again.TIMON I have a tree, which grows here in my close,That mine own use invites me to cut down,And shortly must I fell it: tell my friends,Tell Athens, in the sequence of degreeFrom high to low throughout, that whoso pleaseTo stop affliction, let him take his haste,Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting."
Author: William Shakespeare

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