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Friends Only....
One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died. It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds. Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me. I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: 'O love! O love!' many times.~ James Joyce
do not go gentle into that good night;
rage, rage against the dying of the light
-Dylan Thomas
lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm;
time and fevers burn away individual beauty from thoughful children, and the grave proves the child ephemeral. But in my arms, til break of day, let the living creature lie, mortal, guilty, but to me the entirely beautiful.-Auden
"Ive been on this road before; this is my road; this road goes all around the world."-My Own Private Idaho
"Nothing endures; not a tree, not love, not even a death, by violence."-A Separate Peace
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, but it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things."- Thoreau
"If I have faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing." 1 Corinthians 13:2
"I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing."-Galatians 2:21
One evening I went into the back drawing-room in which the priest had died. It was a dark rainy evening and there was no sound in the house. Through one of the broken panes I heard the rain impinge upon the earth, the fine incessant needles of water playing in the sodden beds. Some distant lamp or lighted window gleamed below me. I was thankful that I could see so little. All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: 'O love! O love!' many times.~ James Joyce
do not go gentle into that good night;
rage, rage against the dying of the light
-Dylan Thomas
lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm;
time and fevers burn away individual beauty from thoughful children, and the grave proves the child ephemeral. But in my arms, til break of day, let the living creature lie, mortal, guilty, but to me the entirely beautiful.-Auden
"Ive been on this road before; this is my road; this road goes all around the world."-My Own Private Idaho
"Nothing endures; not a tree, not love, not even a death, by violence."-A Separate Peace
"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, but it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things."- Thoreau
"If I have faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing." 1 Corinthians 13:2
"I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing."-Galatians 2:21