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Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
Victims suggest innocence. And innocence, by the inexorable logic that governs all relational terms, suggests guilt.
Smile, damn it !! Smile.
Smile, damn it !! Smile.
All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be read more
All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of read more
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is ugliness
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is ugliness
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am read more
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.