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We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

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“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”

― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

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Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh who would ever want to be king? Coldplay

 

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“Mom,” said Peter, “nobody thinks you’re a lackwit, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor’s dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.”

― Orson Scott Card, Shadow Puppets

No matter how beautiful and well crafted a coffin might look, it will not make anyone wish for death.

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“Death’s got an Invisibility Cloak?” Harry interrupted again.
“So he can sneak up on people,” said Ron. “Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Scheherazade had inherited the seven baskets of talk, I should have added that she put them out at compound interest until they amounted to seventy-seven.

EDGAR ALLEN POE

http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/1002Scheherazade.html

 

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“Stories are masks of God.

That’s a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother’s Grimm.

Stories show us how to bear the unbearable, approach the unapproachable, conceive the inconceiveable. Stories provide meaning, texture, layers and layers of truth.

Stories can also trivialize. Offered indelicately, taken too literally, stories become reductionist tools, rendering things neat and therefore false. Even as we must revere and cherish the masks we variously create, Campbell reminds us, we must not mistake the masks of God for God.

So it seemes to me that one of the most vital things we can teach our children is how to be storytellers. How to tell stories that are rigorously, insistently, beautifully true. And how to believe them.”

― Melanie Tem, The Man on the Ceiling

When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.”

― Chinua Achebe

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“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

― Augusten Burroughs, Dry

nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart.”

Abigail Adams to John Adams, December, 1782

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“Daniel was very like a child in all the parts of his character. He was strongly affected by whatever was present, and apt to forget the absent. He acted on impulse, and too often had reason to be sorry for it; but he hated his sorrow too much to let it teach him wisdom for the future.”

― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia’s Lovers

Wise? No, I simply learned to think.”

― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

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I believe that in our constant search for security we can never gain any peace of mind until we are secure in our own soul.
– Margaret Chase Smith

Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..”

― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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“I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?”

― Steven Wright

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“They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.”

― Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That’s what sitting on your ass does to your face.

– Leonard Cohen

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“Man Thinking must not be subdued by his instruments. Books are for the scholar’s idle times. When he can read God directly, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men’s transcripts of their readings.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

The mirror done broke and your life looking back at you from them sharp glass pieces.”

― Rita Leganski, The Silence of Bonaventure Arrow

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You are just now, here, neither coming nor going. Everything passes by you; your consciousness reflects it but it does not get identified. When a lion roars in front of a mirror, do you think the mirror roars? Or when the lion is gone and a child comes dancing, the mirror completely forgets about the lion and starts dancing with the child–do you think the mirror dances with the child? The mirror does nothing, it simply reflects. Your consciousness is only a mirror. Neither do you come, nor do you go. Things come and go. You become young, you become old; you are alive, you are dead. All these states are simply reflections in an eternal pool of consciousness.

-Osho [Chandra Mohan Jain]


Osho Live Zen, Volume 2, Chapter 16

What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?”

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.

Douglas Adams

Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion.

THOMAS JEFFERSON, letter to Peter Carr, Aug. 10, 1787

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“All we have to do is understand that we’re all here for a reason and to commit ourselves to that. Then we can laugh at our sufferings, large and small and walk fearlessly, aware that each step has meaning”

― Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello

The violin sings, but the fiddle dances.

http://billyhardy.com/fiddle_quotes.html

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“He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.”
― Kristin Cashore, Fire

fish hug: those stupid hugs when you’re saying bye to one of your friends and they use one hand to hug you making it an even more awkward moment.

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“For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.”

― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”

 ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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By Brittany
Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs,
I want my mother back who is this monster you have become?

“Drink wine, and you will sleep well. Sleep well, and you will not sin. Avoid sin, and you will be saved. Ergo, drink wine and be saved.”

~ Medieval German

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“He was rather a low sort of pony. The fact is, he had been originally jobbed out by the day, and he never quite got over his old habits. He was clever in melodrama too, but too broad – too broad. When the mother died, he took the port-wine business.’

‘The port-wine business!’ cried Nicholas.

‘Drinking port-wine with the clown,’ said the manager; ‘but he was greedy, and one night bit off the bowl of the glass, and choked himself, so his vulgarity was the death of him at last.”

― Charles Dickens

“He felt he was about to experience again some ancient, delicious childhood moment that the steam calliope’s sour hollowness, the stitching hurdy-gurdy accompaniment, and the drum-and-cymbal crash brought almost to the margin of his grasp.”

― Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train

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“We sleep to time’s hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it’s time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it’s time to break our necks for home.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.”

― Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm