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We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fire hydrants...I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. she walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. She knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.
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heroism
the-fault-in-our-stars
depth
hero
intimacy
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John Green |
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There are not enough days in forever to allow me to fully express the depth of my love for you.
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lovers
love
inspirational
soul-mates
depth
express
forever
in-love
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Steve Maraboli |
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For a Hero cannot triumph all the time. Sometimes he will be defeated, and how he faces that defeat is a test of his character.
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heroism
depth
hiccup
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Cressida Cowell |
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I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.
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shallowness
familiarity
depth
home
intimacy
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Wallace Stegner |
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But Sir Alistair's gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn't been looking at her really. They'd been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her.
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identity
love
superficiality
depth
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Just because something isn't good doesn't mean it's bad.
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good
life
truth
misunderstood
spooky
depth
book
literary
ethics
characters
crime
lonely
sad
novel
evil
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Rebecca McNutt |
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To write the poem of the human conscience, were it only of a single man, were it only of the most infamous of men, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and final epic. The conscience is the chaos of chimeras, of lusts and of temptations, the furnace of dreams, the cave of the ideas which are our shame; it is the pandemonium of sophisms, the battlefield of the passions. At certain hours, penetrate within the livid face of a human being who reflects, and look at what lies behind; look into that soul, look into that obscurity. There, beneath the external silence, there are combats of giants as in Homer, melees of dragons and hydras, and clouds of phantoms as in Milton, ghostly labyrinths as in Dante. What a gloom enwraps that infinite which each man bears within himself, and by which he measures in despair the desires of his will, and the actions of his life!
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depth
reflection
conscience
desire
soul
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Victor Hugo |
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... she wondered if she owned a faint idea of many things, and a strong idea of only a few. As if she had developed an immunity to depth. That she only, now, skimmed the surface.
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depth
opinion
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Colum McCann |