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Apr 12, 2009 13:18



Someone tell me something meaningful and good.
Anything, everything.

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grammarfight April 12 2009, 17:27:28 UTC
There will always be more people who adore you than you can ever know.

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moscowandberlin April 12 2009, 17:50:34 UTC
:)

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considerphlebas April 12 2009, 21:01:46 UTC
"If it hurts you, be glad of it. As near as you will ever get, you are inside the music, not only inside it, you are it, your body is no longer your shape and substance, it is the shape and substance of the music.

Is what you hear pretty? or beautiful? or legal? or acceptable in polite or any other society? It is beyond any calculation savage and dangerous and murderous to all equilibrium in human life and all human life is; and nothing can equal the rape it does on all that death; nothing except anything, anything in existence or dream, perceived anywhere remotely toward its true dimension.

Beethoven said a thing as rash and noble as the best of his work. By my memory, he said: 'He who understands my music can never know unhappiness again.' I believe it. And I would be a liar and a coward and one of your safe world if I should fear to say the same words of my best perception, of my best intention.

Performance, in which the whole fate and terror rests, is another matter."

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featherveins April 13 2009, 00:37:54 UTC
He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his sharp tale which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy's aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his ( ... )

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featherveins April 13 2009, 00:39:44 UTC
He was beautiful...and he had stayed. i don't know. it fucking kills me every time i read it and i've had to of read it thousands of times by now.

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cassie_knight April 16 2009, 13:31:06 UTC
Wow. I knew The old man & the sea was a classic, but... It is now the next book on my "to read" list. Thank you!

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tangled_kisses April 13 2009, 02:07:58 UTC
there's always the sunrise, and if you are tired of the day, the sunset.

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drzre April 13 2009, 07:25:22 UTC
There are a million paths to success.
And if you don't like any of them, a million and one.

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