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Together, we'll live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

Nobody knows what you want except you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Wanting some other way to live is proof enough of deserving it. Having it is hard work, but not having it is sheer hell.
The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
When one is happy there is no time to be fatigued; being happy engrosses the whole attention.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Be happy or die.
Why resist temptation? There will always be more.
Temptation is a woman's weapon and man's excuse.
I can resist everything except temptation.
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.
I'd rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate.
If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
You are the music while the music lasts.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty.
He wrapped himself in quotations -- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbors.
You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody's crazy.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
I had a lovers quarrel with the world.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.
The best way out of a difficulty is through it.
Books succeed, and lives fail.
He that loves a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter. By study, by reading, by thinking, one may innocently divert and pleasantly entertain himself, as in all weathers, as in all fortunes.
Reading is a basic tool in the living of a good life.
In the case of good books, the point is not how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
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.
Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.
I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
A burnt child dreads the fire.
Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.
And the night shall be filled with music, and the cares, that infest the day, shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, and as silently steal away.
Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o clock is a scoundrel.
Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.
Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
The rain may be falling hard outside, But your smile makes it all alright. I'm so gland that you're my friend. I know our friendship will never end.
Life is divided up into the horrible and the miserable.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
Your life is what your thoughts make it.
People would rather be wrong than be different.
April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories... but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu.
I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.
I'm a romantic -- a sentimental person thinks things will last -- a romantic person hopes against hope that they won t.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
We often discover what will do, by finding out what will not do; and probably he who never made a mistake never made a discovery.
Our lives improve only when we take chances -- and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.
I am greatly pleased with the public, authentic isolation in which we two, you and I, now find ourselves. It is wholly in accord with our attitude and our principles.
We all want to be happy, and we're all going to die. You might say those are the only two unchallengeably true facts that apply to every human being on this planet.
All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife.
It isn't necessary to be rich and famous to be happy. It's only necessary to be rich.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Every failure made me more confident. Because I wanted even more to achieve as revenge. To show that I could.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
Why do people persist in a dissatisfying relationship, unwilling either to work toward solutions or end it and move on? It's because they know changing will lead to the unknown, and most people believe that the unknown will be much more painful than what they're already experiencing.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
I don't believe in evil, I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.
My work is done why wait.
Now comes the mystery.
Turn up the lights. I don't want to go home in the dark.
I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.
Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.
Lord, let me live until I die.
Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something. [Last words of Pancho Villa]
It is well, I die hard, but I am not afraid to go.
Go away...I'm alright.
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
He that is discontented in one place will seldom be content in another.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, that found me poor at first, and keep me so.
Enemies promises were made to be broken.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
We must not let daylight in upon the magic.
There is something in omens.
Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.
Love is full of anxious fears.
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
The mind that is anxious about the future is miserable.
Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
I want to be left alone.
We never touch but at points.
A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen. Like friends, too, we should return to them again and again for, like true friends, they will never fail us -- never cease to instruct -- never cloy.
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
We walk alone in the world.
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This is the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be;
Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
The sobs and tears of joy he had not foreseen rose with such force within him that his whole body shook and for a long time prevented him from speaking. Falling on his knees by her bed. He held his wife's hand to his lips and kissed it, and her hand responded to his kisses with weak movement of finger. Meanwhile, at the foot of the bed, in the midwife's expert hands, like the flame of a lamp, flickered the life of a human being who had never existed before...
Such as we are made of, such we be.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. [Hamlet]
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them. [Twelfth Night]
The object of art is to give life a shape. [Midsummer Nights Dream]
Let's not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed. Such seems your beauty still.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o clock in the morning, day after day.
My life has been filled with terrible misfortune; most of which never happened.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought --a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
Man is head, chest and stomach. Each of these animals operates, more often than not, individually. I eat, I feel, I even, although rarely, think. This jungle crawls and teems, is hungry, roars, gets angry, devours itself, and its cacophonic concert does not even stop when you are asleep.
The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.
Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.
I have found little that is good about human beings on the whole. In my experience most of them are trash, no matter whether they publicly subscribe to this or that ethical doctrine or to none at all. That is something that you cannot say aloud, or perhaps even think.
A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
The Goddamn human race deserves itself, and as far as I'm concerned it can have it.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night.
The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line.
Human beings are the only animals of which I am thoroughly and cravenly afraid.
Every man has a sane spot somewhere.

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