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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

Guy de Maupassant

You must render: never report.
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Report Yourself
You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
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Death Fight Known Life Live Protection
I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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Earth Existence Time
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Happiness Let Go Myself
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
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Goodness Life Love Misunderstand Treat Yourself
The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
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English Flavor Food
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Excitement History Lady Old
A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.
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Kiss Law Oneself Steal Worth
The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Boredom Essence Female Life Shadow Smile
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Patriotic Religion War
The only certainty is death.
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Certain Death
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
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Anand Thakur
I love the night passionately. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
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Body Breathe Love Myself Night Passionate Patience
In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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Deep Fear Man Panic

One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

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