Thursday, 13 June 2013
Wednesday, 12 June 2013
Todos os dias aguardo partida
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
— Charles Baudelaire, L'invitation au voyage
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At the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the room, her cheeks flushed and quivering with rage:
— Devil out of hell! Wewon! We crushed him to death! Fiend!
The door slammed behind her. Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain.
— Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!
— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a YoungMan
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I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
— John Keats, carta a Fanny Brawne, 1819
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Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, do not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever
One grand, sweet song.
— Charles Kingslay, 1858, A Farewell
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Many men would take the death sentence without a whimper to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
— T. E. Lawrence, The Mint
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
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«The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.»
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Sunday, 9 June 2013
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