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Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
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art
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I dreamed I spoke in another's language
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poetry
love
inspirational
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I dreamed I spoke in another's language, I dreamed I lived in another's skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger's kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator's name. I dreamed--and this dream was the finest-- That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you.
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poetry
love
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Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.
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equality
reading
horror
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We're too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.
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That which is imagined can never be lost.
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No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.
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Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman's face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you'd been before.
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It's only when you've lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase "It's a small world". It isn't. It's a vast, devouring world, especially if you're alone."
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Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.
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poem
fear
fantasy
scary
horror
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Clive Barker |
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Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.
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travel
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To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
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Clive Barker |
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Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes--if necessary--brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
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evil
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Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any story springs. The threads can always be traced back to some earlier tale, and the tales that preceded that; though as the narrator's voice recedes the connections will seem to grow more tenuous, for each age will want the tale told as if it were of its own making.
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Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o!
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We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.
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Clive Barker |
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A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.
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The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.
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lulz
similes
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She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her.
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Nothing happens carelessly. We're not brought into the world without reason, even though we may never understand the reason. An infant that lives an hour, that dies before it can lay eyes on those who made it, even that soul did not live without purpose: this is my sudden certainty.
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I dreamt a limitless book, A book unbound, Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance On every line there was a new horizon drawn,
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Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.
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thoughtful
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Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me
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love
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you must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.
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We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.
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there's nothing in the world more fun than doing something you're good at.
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Evil, however powerful it seemed, could be undone by its own appetite.
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Clive Barker |
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Non-fiction contains facts, fiction contains truth.
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Clive Barker |
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Every body is a book of blood;Wherever we're opened, we're red.
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Clive Barker |
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I've held a brain in my hands, which is an extraordinary experience.
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Clive Barker |
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Believe nothing," Apolline advised. "This woman wouldn't know the truth if it fucked her."
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Clive Barker |
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True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.
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Clive Barker |
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It was absurd and frustrating, to feel so much and know so little.
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Clive Barker |
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What the enemy believed of you was probably true, or else why were you enemies in the first place?
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Clive Barker |
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Life and wisdom. What more could anybody ask?
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Clive Barker |
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Godhood called, and he went, fleet-footed, to worship at his own altar.
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Clive Barker |
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What can be imagined----need never be lost.
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Clive Barker |
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Suzanna didn't wait for confirmation. There was no use disbelieving the worst now.
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Clive Barker |
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So he believes. The truth may be more...complex.
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