"Life - life - let there be life! Better a thousand times the roaring hours When wave and wind, Like the Arch-Murderer in flight From the Avenger at his heel, Storm through the desolate fastnesses And wild waste places of the world!"

-- William Ernest Henley

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“What hope is there for individual reality or authenticity when the forces of violence and orthodoxy, the earthly powers of guns and bombs and manipulated public opinion make it impossible for us to be authentic and fulfilled human beings? The only hope is in the creation of alternative values, alternative realities. The only hope is in daring to redream one's place in the world - a beautiful act of imagination, and a sustained act of self becoming. Which is to say that in some way or another we breach and confound the accepted frontiers of things.”
“Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see usâ€”our physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to be okay with every square inch of who we are. Weâ€™re always afraid we might be too needy or too much work. We put all these limitations on ourselves and our relationships because weâ€™re afraid that weâ€™re not really loved. That weâ€™re not really accepted. We hide little pieces of ourselves because we think that might be the one thing that finally drives away the person whoâ€™s supposed to love us.”

Source : Michele Bardsley (2010). “Cross Your Heart: A Broken Heart Novel”, p.148, Penguin
“Till there is the Sun, shall not dew parish”
“Blessed are the young for they shall inherit the national debt.”

Source : Herbert Hoover (1938). “Addresses upon the American road”
“I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.”

Source : "Legion of Super-Heroes". Adventure Comics v2, 2009.
“To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.”

Source : Elizabeth Bibesco (1951). “Haven: Short Stories, Poems, and Aphorisms”
“I'm an enigma, an unknown.”
“The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not.”

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