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For days and weeks on end one racks one's brains to no avail, and, if asked, one could not say whether one goes on writing purely out of habit, or a craving for admiration, or because one knows not how to do anything other, or out of sheer wonderment, despair or outrage, any more than one could say whether writing renders one more perceptive or more insane. Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the increasing complexity of our mental constructs a means for greater understanding, even while intuitively we know that we shall never be able to fathom the imponderables that govern our course through life? ↗
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—¿Y qué ocurre cuando uno muere? —Tampoco yo lo sé. —Entonces, ¿por qué tener miedo? —dice Oswald—. Yo creo que no ocurre nada. Y si ocurre algo que es mejor que nada, pues mejor que mejor. —¿Y si lo que ocurre es peor que nada? —le digo. —No existe nada peor que nada. Pero si no es nada, no podré saberlo porque yo no seré nada. Oyéndolo hablar así, siento que Oswald es un genio. —Pero, y si no existes, ¿qué? —le pregunto—. El mundo entero seguirá viviendo sin ti. Como si nunca hubieras pasado por aquí. Y el día en que todas las personas que has conocido también hayan muerto, será como si nunca, nunca hubieras existido. ¿No te parece una pena que pase eso? —Si salvo a Max, no. Si lo salvo, existiré para siempre. ↗
I still don’t understand why some people think they mean nothing to anyone; while a simple smile of them gives unlimited reason for others to live. ↗
The heart of a man is no heart at all If his heart is not loved by a women. The heart of a women is no heart at all If her heart isn't loving a man. But the heart of a man and women in love Can be worse than not having a heart at all Because at least if you have no heart at all It can't die when it breaks apart. ↗
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Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" "All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. ... "Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end. "What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off. ↗
