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Jan. 1st, 2010 11:56 pm
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.
—Nietzsche


I close my ears and my heart and I will be a stone. Please God, make me a stone.
—River / Serenity


Only love makes me remember, it alone stirs my heart.
—Leonardo Da Vinci


If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies... It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.
—Albert Einstein


Of course we must fear evil men, but there is another evil that we must fear more… and that is the indifference of good men.
—Boondock Saints


I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought,
a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself,
for those are the pleasantest thoughts,
and very frequent even in the minds of modest mouse-coloured people,
who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises.
—Virginia Woolf


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
—Pablo Neruda


Sometimes... you can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever God you think will listen. And, still, it makes, no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because it cared.
—Nny


Such amusing fiction, these stories they tell. It always comes to this. If they really had a desire to live, they would've been more aware of how easy it is to die, would've chosen their actions more wisely. In these moments, you can tell they're not regretting having hurt you. They regret doing it to your face.
—Nny


And I thought: am I really going to spend the rest of my life without ever feeling that again? I thought: I want to go to China. It's full of treasures and strangeness and mystery and joy. I thought, will anyone be better off if I go straight back to the hotel and say my prayers and confess to the priest and promise never to fall into temptation again? Will anyone be better for making me miserable?

And the answer came back — no. No one will. There's no one to fret, no one to condemn, no one to bless me for being a good girl, no one to punish me for being wicked. Heaven was empty. I didn't know whether God had died, or whether there never had been a God at all.
—Mary Malone / The Amber Spyglass

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