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| ff04848 | Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the end from which he fled aghast will surely .. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 24651d3 | Then there came a vision to me, a vision that was sent in answer to my prayer, or, perchance, it was a madness born of my sorrows. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 75ae4d5 | It is a curious thing that at my age -- fifty-five last birthday -- I should find myself taking up a pen to try to write a history. I wonder what sort of a history it will be when I have finished it, if ever I come to the end of the trip! I have done a good many things in my life, which seems a long one to me, owing to my having begun work so young, perhaps. At an age when other boys are at school I was earning my living as a trader in the .. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| c1efaf0 | Each religion claims the future for its followers; or, at least, the good thereof. The evil is for those benighted ones who will have none of it; seeing the light the true believers worship, as the fishes see the stars, but dimly. The religions come and the religions pass, and the civilisations come and pass, and naught endures but the world and human nature. Ah! if man would but see that hope is from within and not from without--that he hi.. | religion | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 0e6d5f4 | Vengeance is an arrow that in falling oft pierces him who shot it | vengeance | H. Rider Haggard | |
| 40a92ec | It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset." "You are a strange man," said Sir Henry, when he had ceased. Umbopa laughed. "It seems to me that we are much alike, Incubu. Perhaps I seek a brother over the mountains." | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| 8f2c84a | Civilisation is only savagery silver-gilt. | H. Rider Haggard | ||
| e67addc | Behold now, let the Dead and Living meet! Across the gulf of Time they still are one. Time hath no power against Identity, though sleep the merciful hath blotted out the tablets of our mind, and with oblivion sealed the sorrows that else would hound us from life to life, stuffing the brain with gathered griefs till it burst in the madness of uttermost despair. Still are they one, for the wrappings of our sleep shall roll away as thunder-clo.. | rebirth reincarnation | H. Rider Haggard | |
| d2b721c | I ain't everybody, and I can't stand it. It's awful to be tied up so. And grub comes too easy - I don't take no interest in vittles, that way. [...] Looky-here, Tom, being rich ain't what it's cracked out to be. It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time. [...] now you just take my sheer of it along with your'n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes - not many times, becuz I don't give a dern for a th.. | Mark Twain | ||
| 33f5fa9 | Solo hay dos formas de estar solo. Sin nadie cerca o en medio de una multitud | Javier Sierra | ||
| 6494ba7 | He (Antonio Machado) was old, weary and ill, and he no longer believed in Franco's defeat. He wrote 'This is the end; any day now Barcelona will fall. For the strategists, for the politicians, for the historians, it is all clear: we have lost the war. But in human terms, I am not so sure. Perhaps we have won. | Javier Cercas | ||
| f6a2f4f | As I see it today, Hitler and Goebbels were in fact molded by the mob itself, guided by its yearnings and its daydreams. Of course, Goebbels and Hitler knew how to penetrate through to the instincts of their audiences; but in the deeper sense they derived their whole existence from these audiences. Certainly the masses roared to the beat set by Hitler's and Goebbels' baton; yet they were not the true conductors. The mob determined the theme.. | Albert Speer | ||
| 47c1fb6 | Hitler's dictatorship was the first of an industrial estate in this age of modern technology, a dictatorship which employed to perfection the instruments of technology to dominate its own people. By means of such instruments of technology, eighty million persons could be made subject to the will of one individual. Telephone, teletype, radio, made it possible to transmit the commands of the highest levels directly to the lowest organs where .. | Albert Speer | ||
| 19f6ca3 | Hitler knew nothing about his enemies and even refused to use the information that was available to him. Instead, he trusted his inspirations, no matter how inherently contradictory they may be and these inspirations were governed by extreme contempt and underestimation of the others. | Albert Speer | ||
| 031aa66 | The communications apparatus at headquarters was remarkable...It was possible to communicate directly with all important theaters of the war...They could be directed from Hitler's table in the situation room. The more fearful the situation, the greater was the gulf modern technology created between reality and fantasies with which the man at this table operated. | Albert Speer | ||
| eb6254d | Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: 'Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.' Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, 'What wailing w.. | William Blake | ||
| f88719f | SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHT SOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT | William Blake | ||
| 653bb3e | The mystic poet William Blake once wrote, "The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water and breeds reptiles of the mind." | Anthony Robbins | ||
| 4ad5a14 | White noise, impersonal roar. Deadening incandescence of the boarding terminals. But even these soul-free, sealed-off places are drenched with meaning, spangled and thundering with it. Sky Mall. Portable stereo systems. Mirrored isles of Drambuie and Tanqueray and Chanel No. 5. I look at the blanked-out faces of the other passengers--hoisting their briefcases, their backpacks, shuffling to disembark--and I think of what Hobie said: beauty a.. | Donna Tartt | ||
| 27303cf | He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. | William Blake | ||
| 7a32f33 | Did he who made the lamb make thee? | christianity religion god william-blake innocence | William Blake | |
| 379fc1a | If she dis her letter opener into her brandy, she can stab him in the neck. It will be a race to see whether he dies of the poison or the blood loss. | william | Kendare Blake | |
| d66dc84 | It could have been suicide or an accident, or perhaps that grey area in between. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 0382b26 | Awareness is seventy percent of the solution. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 7543aec | Now most people would put this doon tae experience, ye always want what ye cannae have and the things that ye dinnae really gie a toss aboot get handed tae ye oan a plate. | trainspotting | Irvine Welsh | |
| 4e78e3c | You pushed me away mister. You rejected me. You tricked me and spoiled things between me and my true love. I've seen you before. Long ago, just lying there as you are now. Black, broken, dying, I was glad then and I'm glad now. | rejection | Irvine Welsh | |
| c7ae58c | Bazen insanlarin junkie olmayi farkinda olmadan sirf bir parca sessizlik istedikleri icin sectiklerini dusunurum. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| d5ef5ec | Kev shuddered. This was crazy, but there it was; his name, spelt by an insect... -- Boab? Is that really you? Fuckin hell! Eh, buzz twice fir aye, once fir naw. Two buzzes. -- Did eh, what's his name, did God dae this? Two buzzes. -- Whit the fuck ur ye gaunny dae? Frantic buzzing. -- Sorry Boab... kin ah git ye anything? Scran, likesay? | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 89ba611 | that fucker defines cuntishness. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 594244e | Sin embargo, los fotografos no representaban el autentico fondo del barril -ese honor recaia sobre los alumnos de comunicacion visual y diseno grafico (?por que pagaria alguien tanto dinero para obtener una licenciatura en diseno grafico?)-, aunque les faltaba bien poquito. Y Jerry no era un tipo de la categoria fondo del barril. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| fe05152 | Skinners guts were in turmoil from the beer and curry at the weekend and a viscous, silent eye-stinging killer of a fart slipped out of him, as poignantly weeping as a lover's last farewell, just as the lift stopped at the next floor to let in two men wearing overalls. Everybody suffered in silence. As the workmen got off at the following level, Skinner seized the opportunity, announcing, - That is minging, looking towards the departing wor.. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 6a448bf | It was all that vain, egotistical insincerity of self-reproach. By blaming ourselves we take away the right of others to do the same | Irvine Welsh | ||
| c1df4bf | Thir must be less tae life than this. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 39c2d85 | Statistically speaking, he reflects, you're more likely to be killed by a member of your own family or a close friend, than by anyone else. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| ece3e03 | The disease which racked his body was a sweetheart compared to the more obscure one that possessed his sick mind. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 9cda68d | Awright Al? I asked him. A silly question really. Convention always imposes its lunacy on us at such inappropriate times. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 0043cf8 | It unsettles the women as they have dropped their disguise and are now giant praying mantis with blonde and auburn wigs, lipstick smeared on those deadly pincher-like insect jaws. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 00accbe | We were slowly, but irrevocably, coming apart. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| d3a114b | Las historias de drogas son como las historias de suenos o de polvos: solo te interesan si son tuyas. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| f00e71e | They disembark like pieces of broken crockery being poured out of a packing case. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| c27bbbb | 1926. The General Strike in Leith. You read all that and what they said then and you pure see what the Labour Party used to believe in - freedom for the ordinary cat. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| 5ebd628 | We all see what we want to see. | Irvine Welsh | ||
| c2dd53f | esli kto-to opazdyvaet na vstrechu, znachit on 1) nekompetentnyi mudak (62 %), 2) pytaetsia zaniat' sil'nuiu pozitsiiu (31 %) i kraine redko 3) tushit gde-to pozhar (7 %) | Irvine Welsh | ||
| e943e6d | am inc`identma, c`ota ar iqos, damap`ik`ra. neta, saidan vic`i-met`k`i, ro homosek`sualisti ara var, t`uki kac`t`an arasodes vcolilvar? anu, aset`i darcmunebuli ratom var-met`k`i, vp`ik`rob. ise, sul mindoda momesinja, ro azrze movsuliqavi, eg rogoria. imis t`k`ma minda, ro adamianma, ert`xel mainc`, qvelap`eri unda mosinjos. mara ch`ems t`avs mxolod ak`tiur rolshi vxedav da ver carmomidgenia, me rogor unda gamidos vig'ac`am ukanalshi. ert`.. | Irvine Welsh |