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    When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this: When you die, will YOU be happy when everybody else is crying?

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The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

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Don't tell me peace has broken out.

Don't tell me peace has broken out.

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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.

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Happiness is a positive cash flow.

Happiness is a positive cash flow.

by Fred Adler Found in: Melancholy Quotes,
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Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

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I have no regrets because I know I did my best -- all I could do.

I have no regrets because I know I did my best -- all I could do.

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Truly great madness can not be achieved without significant intelligence.

Truly great madness can not be achieved without significant intelligence.

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Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, read more

Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character. So, melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life; but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life.

by Emile Durkheim Found in: Melancholy Quotes,
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
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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.

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