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I’ll make a name for myself, after I make a copy of myself. The key to a productive life is cloning.
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— Jarod Kintz

#copy-of-myself #fame #key #make-a-name-for-myself #productive-life

Too much of anything can make you sick, even the good can be a curse - Cheryl Cole ↗

— Cheryl Cole

#fight-for-love #love #lyrics #truth #truth-of-life

I have chosen a life that depends on one’s awareness that every breath may be his last, every step may bring his downfall, and every word may stir betrayal. In truth, I must live in conscious ignorance of the mere thread that holds my life aloft, trusting that God alone has the power to sever it, and that He will do so only when my work on earth is complete. ↗

— Nicole Sager

#danger #falconer #fate #isle-of-arcrea #life

Christ did not descend from the cross except into the grave. And why not otherwise? Wouldn’t it have put fine comical expressions on the faces of the scribes and chief priests and the soldiers if at that moment He had come down in power and glory? Why didn’t He do it? Why hasn’t He done it at any one of a thousand good times between then and now? I knew the answer. I knew it a long time before I could admit it, for all the suffering of the world is in it. He didn’t, He hasn’t, because from the moment He did, He would be the absolute tyrant of the world and we would be His slaves. Even those who hated Him and hated one another and hated their own souls would have to believe in Him then. From that moment the possibility that we might be bound to Him and He to us and us to one another by love forever would be ended. And so, I thought, He must forebear to reveal His power and glory by presenting Himself as Himself, and must be present only in the ordinary miracle of the existence of His creatures. Those who wish to see Him must see Him in the poor, the hungry, the hurt, the wordless creatures, the groaning and travailing beautiful world. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#problem-of-pain #theodicy #beauty

What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#goodbye #beauty

An ‘eye for an eye’ shall leave you all blind. It’s sometimes better to walk away and know you will still be able to see the beauty that tomorrow will bring. ↗

— Michelle Horst

#strength-and-courage #strength-of-character #strength-through-adversity #beauty

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#memories-of-my-melancholy-whores #love

He studies me thoughtfully. "You are a beautiful queen, Elisa," he says voice pitched low. I never expected he would say such a thing. "A month or two of pastries will fix that," I say. Then I smile to show him I mean it flippantly. His expression does not change. "Even then. ↗

— Rae Carson

#beauty

Apart from pleasure, beauty also kindles imagination, hope and encouragement. If beauty ceased to exist, we would, in a very real sense, cease to exist--for we would be no longer who we are. ↗

— Stephen R. Lawhead

#life #song-of-albion #beauty

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #raphael #beauty