I am sick with the self-seeking dives of my soul. Sick. I feel like a man who has seen everything but is decadently enfeebled precisely by this excess of self-awareness.
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Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you’re alive, it isn’t.
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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
Dead Poet’s Society (John Keating) (1989)

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There’s a responsibility in being a person. It’s more than just taking up space where air would be.
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They say that time heals all wounds, but we never live long enough to test that theory…
José Saramago, The Cave (via whyallcaps)

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