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dd16247
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I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.
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true
love
can-t
i
augustus-waters
augustus
why
have
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John Green |
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7e4f683
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"There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: "WHY?" And here is the best answer I can give: Because. Because sometimes, life is damned unfair. Because sometimes, we lose people we love and it hurts deeply. Because sometimes, as the writer, you have to put your characters in harm's way and be willing to go there if it is the right thing for your book, even if it grieves you to do it. Because sometimes there aren't really answers to our questions except for what we discover, the meaning we assign them over time. Because acceptance is yet another of life's "here's a side of hurt" lessons and it is never truly acceptance unless it has cost us something to arrive there.
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grief
reason
why
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Libba Bray |
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b68944a
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I would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.
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jessa
why
jem
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Cassandra Clare |
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724f540
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"He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass. "Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -" The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words. "Harry...Potter..." And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see."
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harry-potter
friends
death
love
dobby
why
j-k-rowling
sad
loyalty
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J.K. Rowling |
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030df7a
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"No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."
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harry-potter
loss
death
so-many-feels
fred
depressing
why
j-k-rowling
sad
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J.K. Rowling |
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08c37bb
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A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
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love
parabatai
why
friend
tears
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Cassandra Clare |
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0b69a53
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Why, if its going to be allright, do we see it getting worse every day?
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why
worse
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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14050df
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"I try to maintain a positive attitude at all times, because clients notice little things like that, and if you're frowning and crying all the time and saying "why? why?", they get worried." --
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positive
burly
frowning
why
crying
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John Swartzwelder |
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eb08051
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Why?' She nods. 'She had everything: a family who loved her, friends, activities. Her mother wants to know why she threw it all away?' Why you want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and falls off, roll in coarse salt, then put on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they are tight. Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all 'A disappointment.' Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's too late because you are mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop. Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everythingsinglething is wrong with you. 'Why?' is the wrong question. Ask 'Why not?
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suicide
anorexia-nervosa
anorexic
starve
why
self-harm
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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86472dd
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There is only one thing that you write for yourself, and that is a shopping list.
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writing
reasons
craft
why
readers
writers
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Umberto Eco |
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9a62fdc
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I read a page of Plato's great work. I can no longer understand anything, because behind the words on the page, which have their own heavenly brightness, to be sure, there shines an even brighter, an enormous, dazzling -why- that blots out everything, cancels out, destroys all meaning. All individual intelligence. When one has understood, one stops, satisfied with what one has understood. I do not understand. Understanding is far too little. To have understood is to be fixed, immobilized. It is as though one wanted to stop on one step in the middle of a staircase, or with one foot in the void and the other on the endless stair. But a mere why, a new why can set one off again, can unpetrify what was petrified and everything starts flowing afresh. How can one understand? One cannot.
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understanding
meaning
fixity
why
limits
intellect
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Eugène Ionesco |
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665fc83
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"Nothing is mightier than our why, nothing stands above it, because in the end there is a why to which no answer is possible. In fact, from why to why, from one step to the next, you get to the end of things. And it is only by travelling from one why to the next, as far as the why that is unanswerable, that man attains the level of the creative principle, facing the infinite, equal to the infinite maybe. So long as he can answer the why he gets lost, he loses his way among things. 'Why this?' I answer, 'because that," and from one explanation to the next I reach the point where no explanation is satisfying, from one explanation to the next I reach zero, the absolute, where truth and falsehood are equivalent, become equal to one another, are identified with one another, cancel each other out in face of the absolute nothing. And so we can understand how all action, all choice, all history is justified, at the end of time, by a final cancelling-out. The why goes beyond everything. Nothing goes beyond the why, not even the nothing, because the nothing is not the explanation; when silence confronts us, the question to which there is no answer rings out in the silence. That ultimate why, that great why is like a light that blots out everything, but a blinding light; nothing more can be made out, there is nothing more to make out."
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why
questioning
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Eugène Ionesco |
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c5fd284
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Why didn't they ask the Evans?
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murder
last-words
why
mystery
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Agatha Christie |
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a251026
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Ah, but my dear sir, the why must never be obvious. That is the whole point.
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the-why
why
murder-mystery
five-little-pigs
hercule-poirot
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Agatha Christie |
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667461c
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All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you into slow speech the instantaneous effect of visual impressions.
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writer
love
overly-descriptive
retell
retold
show-and-tell
boring
exposition
witness
explanation
testimony
why
retelling
description
creativity
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Joseph Conrad |
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c74c1df
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"Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve -- hopelessly he writes in the hope that he might serve -- not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace which knows us.
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writing
reason
why-writers-write
writers-on-writing
why
writers
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Joy Williams |
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284a09b
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How badly arranged the world is. What is the purpose of ugliness, suffering, sadness? Why our powerless dreams? Why everything?
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suffering
world
sadness
ugliness
why
powerless
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Gustave Flaubert |
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df66584
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"Followers of Jesus stake their claim on the firm belief that God will one day heal the planet of pain and death. Until that day arrives, the case against God must rely on incomplete evidence. We cannot really reconcile our pain-wracked world with a loving God because what we experience now is not the same as what God intends. Jesus himself prayed that God's will "be done, on earth as it is in heaven," a prayer that will not be fully answered until evil and suffering are finally defeated." --
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suffering
spirituality
why
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Philip Yancey |
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a9bc24f
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"Well... "why" is a hard question to answer in any language."
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life
love
why
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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f1f15d6
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Why, Mr. Anderson?, Why, why?. Why do you do it? Why, why get up?. Why keep fighting?. Do you believe you're fighting...for something?. For more than your survival?. Can you tell me what it is?. Do you even know?; Is it freedom?, Or truth?. Perhaps peace?. Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now, You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson?. Why?, Why do you persist?. Agent Smith ( Matrix Revolutions Movie, 2003 ).
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existence
passion
freedom
persistence
love
truth
why-we-live
illusions
matrix
why
perception
human-beings
survival
survival-instinct
win
fight
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William Irwin |
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4276bb7
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"The AI told her not long ago that her "Why?" period might have been the shortest on record - because Mum and Dad answered every "Why?" in detail AND made sure she understood, so she wouldn't ask that particular "Why?" again. After a month "Why?" wasn't fun anymore, and she went on to other things."
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toddler
why
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Anne McCaffrey |