Jan. 1st, 2013 11:56 pm
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Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.

"A man’s ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death."
—Albert Einstein

The greatest thing is to love and be loved in return.
—Moulin Rouge

Either no individual of the human species has genuine rights, or all have the same rights; And he who votes against the rights of another, whatever the person's religion, color or sex, forgoes his own rights.
—Marquis de Condorcet

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

We must all fear evil men, but there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, 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.

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.

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

Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become. Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, leave your friend to learn unpleasant things from his enemies; they are ready enough to tell them.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)

Human pain does not let go of its grip at one point in time. Rather, it works its way out of our consciousness over time. There is a season of sadness. A season of anger. A season of tranquility. A season of hope.
— Robert Veninga


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