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I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.
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die
fountainhead
life
live
mortality
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Ayn Rand |
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I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
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born
die
empty
letter
mountain
soul
space
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Jack Kerouac |
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I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.
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die
love-story
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John Green |
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When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.
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dark-side
die
end
finish
first
humor
know
last-page
read
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Nora Ephron |
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when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.
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bukowski
death
die
growing-up
kids
life
love
nostalgia
poem
poetry
sex
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Charles Bukowski |
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Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
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act
acting
actor
actors
adage
adages
animal
animals
aphorism
aphorisms
audacity
axiom
axioms
balls
be-yourself
boldness
brave
bravery
cojones
conform
conforming
conformity
courage
courageous
courageousness
daring
dead
death
deep
dictum
dictums
die
epigram
epigrams
facade
façades
fear
fearful
fearlessness
fit-in
fitting-in
fruit
fruits
gallantry
gnome
gnomes
grit
guts
hardihood
heroism
herself
himself
human
human-being
human-beings
humans
humor
humour
insightful
inspiration
inspirational
inspire
inspired
intrepidity
kill
killed
lemon
lemons
made-me-think
make-you-think
maxim
maxims
motivated
motivational
motive
moxie
murder
murdered
nerve
nonconformity
oneself
orange
people
peoples
person
persons
plant
plants
pluck
pluckiness
pretend
pretender
pretenders
pretending
produce
profound
proverb
proverbs
provoke-thought
quotation
quotations
quote
quotes
satire
satirical
saying
sayings
self
spunk
standing-out
standout
themselves
thought-provoking
thoughtful
tree
trees
true-grit
valour
words-to-live-by
yourself
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana |
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We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.
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die
live
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.
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decide
die
existence
hate
hospital
insane
kill
love
menthal
other
pill
suicidal
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Paulo Coelho |
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I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.
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die
escape
live
thought
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John Green |
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A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence.
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burden
cease
creature
creep
cripple
die
disgust
hide
lame
loathing
love
right
shattered
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Stefan Zweig |
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William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
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die
fade
shakespeare-in-love
william-shakespeare
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Marc Norman |
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Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.
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dangerous
death
die
flies
kings
monsters
soft
speak
whisper
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George R.R. Martin |
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alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know
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condemned
deserted
die
freedom
isolation
joy
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Virginia Woolf |
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What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
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die
dying
macabre
melt
melting
naked
nature
poetic
sun
sunlight
wind
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Kahlil Gibran |
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Then the voice - which identified itself as the prince of this world, the only being who really knows what happens on Earth - began to show him the people around him on the beach. The wonderful father who was busy packing things up and helping his children put on some warm clothes and who would love to have an affair with his secretary, but was terrified on his wife's response. His wife who would like to work and have her independence, but who was terrified of her husband's response. The children who behave themselves because they were terrified of being punished. The girl who was reading a book all on her own beneath the sunshade, pretending she didn't care, but inside was terrified of spending the rest of her life alone. The boy running around with a tennis racuqet , terrified of having to live up to his parents' expectations. The waiter serving tropical drinks to the rich customers and terrified that he could be sacket at any moment. The young girl who wanted to be a dance, but who was studying law instead because she was terrified of what the neighbours might say. The old man who didn't smoke or drink and said he felt much better for it, when in truth it was the terror of death what whispered in his ears like the wind. The married couple who ran by, splashing through the surf, with a smile on their face but with a terror in their hearts telling them that they would soon be old, boring and useless. The man with the suntan who swept up in his launch in front of everybody and waved and smiled, but was terrified because he could lose all his money from one moment to the next. The hotel owner, watching the whole idyllic scene from his office, trying to keep everyone happy and cheerful, urging his accountants to ever greater vigilance, and terrified because he knew that however honest he was government officials would still find mistakes in his accounts if they wanted to. There was terror in each and every one of the people on that beautiful beach and on that breathtakingly beautiful evening. Terror of being alone, terror of the darkness filling their imaginations with devils, terror of doing anything not in the manuals of good behaviour, terror of God's punishing any mistake, terror of trying and failing, terror of succeeding and having to live with the envy of other people, terror of loving and being rejected, terror of asking for a rise in salary, of accepting an invitation, of going somewhere new, of not being able to speak a foreign language, of not making the right impression, of growing old, of dying, of being pointed out because of one's defects, of not being pointed out because of one's merits, of not being noticed either for one's defects of one's merits.
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defects
die
dying
merits
terrified
terrify
terror
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Paulo Coelho |
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Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.
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beauty
death
die
grow
mean
old
shabby
time
tragedy
wrinkled
young
youth
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Raymond Chandler |
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Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate.
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death
die
hate
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Ray Bradbury |
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But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From the beginning, he prepared us. In the passing of the seasons; in the way flowers spring forth, die, and drop seeds for life to begin again; in the sunset and sunrise. Jesus' sacrifice is reenacted every day of our lives if we but have the eyes to see.
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die
evidence
eyes
flowers
god
jesus
sacrifice
seasons
sunrise
sunset
witness
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Francine Rivers |
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"How many times do two people have to fuck before one of them deserves to die?" _Eric Packer"
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die
don-delillo
two-people
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Don DeLillo |
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I can't look people in the eye and tell them that they're going to die anymore.
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angel
azrael
dead
death
die
dying
empathy
eye
grim-reaper
look
morality
pale-horseman
sadness
scythe
sympathy
tell
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Rebecca McNutt |
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If you accept that you can die at any time - then you might not be as ambitious as you are
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die
life-and-living
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Mitch Albom |
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My parents had told me that I would not really die, not the real me: that nobody really died, when they died; that my kitten and the opal miner had just taken new bodies and would be back again, soon enough.
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die
reincarnation
reincarnation-quotes
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Neil Gaiman |
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He won't say no, but who cares if he does? Do it. Hell, guys go through this every time they make a move on a woman, and none of them has died yet. In many cases, that is, of course, unfortunate, but rejection is definitely not lethal. Go get him.
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dating
death
die
rejection
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Jennifer Crusie |
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But, as I say, I was too full of excitement and (a true saying, though those who have never known danger may doubt it) too desperate to die.
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die
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H.G. Wells |
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"I've got money!" Eve exclaimed in a frantic frenzy of hope, her eyes dancing wildly with the notion that there was some way out of this. "I mean, I don't know what use money is to the Grim Reaper, but I've got a ton of cash! It's in a hat box under my bed! I've got a bright red Lexus in the garage, I've got my engagement ring upstairs, it's real gold... there must be something we can trade off with..." "You can't bribe me away, I'm afraid," said Mr. Azrael. "Money means nothing where I come from."
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bribe
car
cash
dead
death
die
dying
engagement
engagement-ring
frantic
funny
garage
grim-reaper
hat-box
lexus
money
sad
tragic
under-the-bed
weird
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Vielleicht muss es im Leben eines Schriftstellers diesen Augenblick geben, in dem ein anderer Schriftsteller beschuldigt wird, seinen Beruf verfehlt zu haben.
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die
er
garp
irving
john
sah
und
welt
wie
world
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John Irving |
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"Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. "...Callo, I'm so sorry that your life ended up this way," she sighs as she gets out of her side of the car, her feet burning from the cold as her high heels sink into the fallen snow. "Aren't you scared?" "I'm you, Geraldine... I fell into the same trap as you, anyway," Callo answers. His large eyes are shining with tears, but he doesn't seem afraid in the least. "...The dead don't feel anything, you know... not even guilt or regret. So, what is there to be afraid of?"
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apology
dead
death
depressed
depression
die
dying
emotion
eyes
fear
forlorn
forlornness
friend
friendship
guilt
gun
high-heels
kill
lonliness
mental-illness
purse
regret
revolver
tears
trap
usurer
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Life is not the end, and death is just the beginning...
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dead
death
die
dying
grim-reaper
heaven
hell
life
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Rebecca McNutt |
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The best to do with a death was to move on from it.
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best-idea
best-to-do
dead
death
die
died
leave-behind
move-on
passed
passed-on
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Larry McMurtry |
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"But if Frederica was aware of my sentiments, and begged Cousin Alverstoke to intervene--!" She shuddered, and clasped her hands tensely together. "You see, he could, Harry! He could arrange for Endymion to be sent abroad, for instance, and then I think I should die. Oh, my dear brother, there's no one to help us but you, and I count on your support!"
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charis
die
endymion
love
romance
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Georgette Heyer |
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"Mitch," he said, "the culture doesn't encourage you to think about such things until you're about to die. We're so wrapped up in egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks - we're involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don't get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?"
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die
ego
encourage
life
missing
reflect
think
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Mitch Albom |