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Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
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Emily Dickinson |
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If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.
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living
mistakes
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all these records of the past, philosophies and dreams, and efforts stained with tears, of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death, to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither, and vainly sought to make, with bits of shattered glass, a mirror that would, in very truth, reflect the face and form of Nature's perfect self. These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and tears, and smiles, and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth, and death's sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them, the winds and waves were music, and all the lakes, and streams, and springs,--the mountains, woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire; made tawny Summer's billowed breast the throne and home of love; filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes, and gathered sheaves; and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt, like Lear upon his withered face, Cordelia's tears. These myths, though false, are beautiful, and have for many ages and in countless ways, enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God, and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt, the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty, and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.
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beautiful
birth
brave
death
delight
deny
doubt
dreams
effort
eternity
fable
fairy
fear
gods
grief
hateful
haunted
hope
joy
king-lear
lake
life
love
mountains
music
mystery
nature
pagan
passion
past
perfection
philosophies
pleasure
poetic
punishment
questions
religion-myths
sacred-books
scorn
shakespeare
smiles
spring
summer
tears
tender
thought
throne
true
truth
william-shakespeare
winter
woods
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Robert G. Ingersoll |
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I still feel haunted,' she said. 'I thought it would go away. I thought if I faced it, it would all go away.' 'It doesn't go away. Ever. But you get better at it.' 'At what?' 'At being haunted,' Avasarala said.
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James S.A. Corey |
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I am stupid, am I not? What more can I want? If you ask them who is brave--who is true--who is just--who is it they would trust with their lives?--they would say, Tuan Jim. And yet they can never know the real, real truth....
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anxiety-disorders
burden
cowardly
emotional-wounds
guilty-conscience
haunted
haunting
hypocrisy
monster-under-the-bed
monsters-of-men
ptsd
secret
self-hate
sinful-nature
why-we-need-jesus
wounded-souls
wounds-to-the-heart
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Joseph Conrad |
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But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure. Now the searchers have departed, and life has grown quiet around me, I have come to realize that while for years I might have imagined myself to be somewhere else, in reality I have been there all the time: up at the top by the muddy wheel-ruts in the new grass, where the sky is dark over the shivering apple blossoms and the first chill of the snow that will fall that night is already in the air.
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haunted
memory
prologue
the-secret-history
trapped
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Donna Tartt |
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And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?
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ambitious-minds
ambitious-people
driven
fall
fear
fire
grace
haunted
human-condition
humanity
idlesness
mankind
pride
self-hate
self-loathing
self-motivated
truth
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Joseph Conrad |
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"She says, "I'll swear by the rose tattooed on my ass, that old man raped me." Here, the funeral parade stops. At this point, Comrade Snarky is a victim among victims. The rest of us -- just her supporting cast. Mrs. Clark, leading us, she looks back and says, "He what?" And from behind his camera, Agent Tattletale says, "Me, too. He raped me first." Saint Gut-Free says, "Well what the hell...He poked me, too." As if poor skinny Saint Gut-Free had enough ass left to poke. And Mrs. Clark says, "This is not funny. Not in the least." "Tough," the Matchmaker tells her. "It's wasn't funny, either, when you raped me." Shaking his ponytail, the Duke of Vandals tells the Matchmaker, "You couldn't pay to get raped."
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rape
victimization
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream,--and there was no answer one could make her--there seemed to be no forgiveness for such a transgression. And yet is not mankind itself, pushing on its blind way, driven by a dream of its greatness and its power upon the dark paths of excessive cruelty and of excessive devotion. And what is the pursuit of truth, after all?
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ambitious-minds
ambitious-people
driven
fall
fear
fire
grace
haunted
human-condition
humanity
idlesness
mankind
pride
self-hate
self-loathing
self-motivated
truth
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Joseph Conrad |
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I have only to glance over my shoulder for all those years to drop away and I see it behind me again, the ravine, rising all green and black through the saplings, a picture that will never leave me.
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guilt
haunted
indelible
memory
prologue
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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The splendor of that moment, its transcendent glory and aliveness, haunted him. He could thrust it aside by day, but it poisoned his dreams by night, calling to him and pleading with him to unlock the chains he'd bound about it.
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aliveness
berserker
chain
chains
desire
dreams
glory
haunt
haunted
haunting
moment
nightmare
pleading
rage
splendor
unlock
yearn
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David Weber |
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Alone in my room, I don't feel alone. It's as if I have two shadows instead of one, and this second shadow doesn't conform to my movements. It follows me, it gives the impression it will never leave me, but it does what it wants. I worry that in time I will do what it wants.
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devils
haunted
shadows
the-last-vampire
the-shadow-of-death
thirst
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