Demons never die quietly, and a week ago the storm was a proper demon, sweeping through the Caribbean after her long ocean crossing from Africa, a category five when she finally came ashore at San Juan before moving on to Santo Domingo and then Cuba and Florida. But now she's grown very old, as her kind measures age, and these are her death throes. So she holds tightly to this night, hanging on with the desperate fury of any dying thing, any dying thing that might once have thought itself invincible. Anonymous
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>So I am doing what seems the...
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Virginia Woolf
Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What?Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my...
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Nicholas Sparks
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
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Robert Jordan
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Dylan Thomas
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly...
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Henry Scott Holland
