Mind
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“Truth is the one thing that must come from another, through our placement of trust upon them. Yet, we will desire to understand ourselves, after betrayal. What happens when we betray ourselves, have dealt wounds upon ourselves, and we lack all courage to forgive what we have done? Is not the hardest person to forgive,…
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“As it is, a person becomes suicidal, not because of the presence of the abuse that life offers to them, but because of the lack of any nearby heart. That is, without genuineness offered, a person becomes lowered into that dark state. It is to say that the one cause of a suicidal mentality is…
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“Since it seems that men will feel regret for their action, while it seems that women will feel guilt for their inaction, does this mean that the beautiful woman can only be beautiful, can only ever provide color to the world, when her guilt upon each thing neglected, is the nearest thing her man can…
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“Our success defines us, when we can comprehend that we’ve made it through perseverance, not through neglect. What insane person has injected the notion into a world, that our degradation or our shame, defines us? That, through each blunder or through each fault, we are who we are, because of that? It is wrong to…
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What we feel for pain, is the practical wound, created for the practical application that is healing. Hunger, for instance, is a practical wound. This hunger, like all hunger, when felt by the self, is a practical wound, felt as physical pain, and it can only be cured with something else practical or physical, being…
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Quality has an enemy, and that enemy is called “repetition”. Repetition is, of course, on the side of quantity, though it is the one thing that kills quality. It is so, because to imagine if the United States were to pay off its debt by simply printing out more currency, the dollar bill would eventually…
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Yellow daffodils,In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,Are there to eclipse the rain,Of truest blue,To spill forth sadness onto my skin,From wherever pain breeds,In a nest, in a heart,In a place where is shelved all that is kept. Of all your beauty,Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,Where comes the torment of a woeful…
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Your face,With idle tulips grown from lips so sweet,And eyes so resplendent against the moon’s gleam,I wish to know of your beauty.Of glassy complexion, and everything wanting,Of everything wanted, by me. You have a heart that needs holding,For it deserves freedom.There are chains,Needing to be removed,A love I have vowed to embrace,With all my brutal…
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Slow down, this pitiful tear,That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek,I find it to be, too earnest,And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid.You have been beautiful, to this day,A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness.The darkness, of a lifeTurning, to death. Go wishfully, to the naked forest,And grow roses, in…
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Addiction forms a barricade before burden. And the addiction only forms itself as an addiction, when the persistence to face the responsibility of one’s faults, is kept. That “barricade” will form, through the addiction, though when the effects of the addiction wear off, then the pain rushes into the mind, so that the heart becomes…
Modern Romanticism 