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O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile read more
O, break, my heart! poor bankrout, break at once!
To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here,
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
Above all, we must abolish hope in the heart of man. A calm despair, without angry convulsions, without reproaches to read more
Above all, we must abolish hope in the heart of man. A calm despair, without angry convulsions, without reproaches to Heaven, is the essence of wisdom.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than read more
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head read more
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
The fact that God has prohibited despair gives misfortune the right to hope all things, and leaves hope free to read more
The fact that God has prohibited despair gives misfortune the right to hope all things, and leaves hope free to dare all things.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
