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I thought: hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made. ↗

— Lu Xun

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Ain’t many guys travel around together,” he mused. “I don’t know why. Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#scared #men

Yes, Simone, he is mentally unstable for being attracted to you. call the men in white suits. ↗

— Randa Abdel-Fattah

#unstable #men

Books are dead men talking. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

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The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time ↗

— Bob Dylan

#new-orleans #men

Relationship doesn’t remain, We resonate on different flames, I could cut you down again, If you were like all other men, If you were like all other men, I know that I could shut you down again ↗

— Amy Winehouse

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Submit! Juliet's Joy screeches underneath him at no one in particular. "I've got to get a new horse," the Mayor mutters. ↗

— Patrick Ness

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When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#men-and-women #men

Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#marks-left #moments #shadows #men

It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

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