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The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell read more
The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.
Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, Dance like nobody's watching, Sing like nobody's read more
Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, Dance like nobody's watching, Sing like nobody's listening, Live like it's heaven on earth.
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning read more
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.
Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only read more
Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only the very sound or the very foolish imagine otherwise.
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.
You've got to keep fighting -- you've got to risk your life every six months to stay alive.
You've got to keep fighting -- you've got to risk your life every six months to stay alive.
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the read more
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb.
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years with cares and
fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to read more
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.
Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.