The clouds above, they bear no weight,

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

 “Unfortunately, there can be no doubt that man is, on the whole, less good than he imagines himself or wants to be. Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and darker it is. If an inferiority is conscious, one always has a chance to correct it.”

I don't want a battle from beginning to end

I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge

No, I don't want to follow death and all of his friends

Don't piss down my back, and tell me it's raining. 

“Saturn comes back around

Lifts you up like a child

Or drags you down like a stone

To consume you 'til you

Choose to let this go

Choose to let this go

Give away the stone

Let the oceans take and transmutate

This cold and fated anchor

Give away the stone

Let the waters kiss and transmutate

These leaden grudges into gold”

 “O, swear not by the moon, the moon is fickle, Who changes every month in her round orb, May your love prove unchanged.” – Juliet 

"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."

“It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.” 

“But she makes hungry where she most satisfies...” 

"Love sought is good, but given unsought is better"

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"Truly great men must, I think, experience great sorrow on the earth."

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“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete 

forgetfulness that one is alive.

This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight..”