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The flight of a torn kite.

The flight of a torn kite.

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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Oscar Wilde

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Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
Horace Mann

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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho

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Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
William Shakespeare

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My dream is to tear up your dream.

My dream is to tear up your dream.

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“Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back. ”

“Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back. ”

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Someone has to kick the Mickey Mouse out of our heads.
William Packard on Bukowski

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Hey, put the cellphone down for a while
In the night there is something wild
Can you hear it breathing?

And, hey, put the laptop down for a while
In the night there is something wild
I feel it, it’s leaving me.

(via chfdigital)

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There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it.

Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.

Charles Bukowski