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There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell ↗

— Omar Khayyám

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So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw. ↗

— Ally Carter

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If I never meet you In this life Let me feel the lack A glance from your eyes Then my life Will be yours ↗

— James Jones

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My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; ↗

— William Wordsworth

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Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage. ↗

— Charles Dickens

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Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. ↗

— Alexander Pope

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The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. ↗

— Francis William Bourdillon

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Every beginning has an end and every end has a new beginning, don't worry, broken soul, life will one day come to an end. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

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