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Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of...more

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When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

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They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

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Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

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Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

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For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the grou...more

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This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He at...more

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Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

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We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

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I must be able to say, 'Percival, a ridiculous name'. At the same time let me tell you, men and women, hurrying to the tube station, you would have ha...more

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And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse wh...more

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For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I s...more

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About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.