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Monthly Archives: February 2019

Creator of opportunities

Posted on February 8, 2019 by

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If you want to serve the age; betray it

Posted on February 7, 2019 by

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Is it really possible to live and to believe that there’s nothing else?

Posted on February 7, 2019 by

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well I know it’s kind of late, I hope I didn’t wake you, but what I got to say can’t wait

Posted on February 6, 2019 by

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The truth always matters

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You don’t pull on Superman’s cape

Posted on February 5, 2019 by

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I inform him right away that I’m in a depression; he is stunned, then recovers. After this, the conversation drones on pleasantly for half an hour, but I know from now on its as if there’s an invisible wall between us. He will never again consider me as an equal, nor as a possible successor; in his eyes, I have forfeited all rights.

Posted on February 5, 2019 by

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In ageing one becomes less seductive, and on that account bitter. One is jealous of the young and so one hates them. Condemned to remain unavoidable this hatred fosters and comes increasingly permanent; then it dies down and fades away, just as everything fades away. All that remains is resentment and disgust, sickness, and the anticipation of death

Posted on February 4, 2019 by

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Unpleasant memories are erased less quickly than one thinks

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Beauty is truth. Truth beauty.

Posted on February 3, 2019 by

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