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Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

Yann Martel

Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bathwater.
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Beats Reason Risk
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
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Envy Reason Sticks
My greatest wish – other than salvation – was to have a book.
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Book Salvation Wish
Sitting in an office for TOO long is not natural, perhaps, so that’s why we should change it. I didn’t say that out-and-out capitalism, which reduces humanity to dollar figures, is natural.
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Change Humanity Long Office
If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn’t love hard to believe?
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Belief Believe Book Life
I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.
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Mind People Stories
In a healthy individual, a broken bone that has healed properly is strongest where it was once broken. You have not lost any life, Henry told himself. You will still get your fair share of years. Yet the quality of his life changed.
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Broken Properly Taken Years
Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.
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Civilization Territory Zoos
People always seek to compare. They can take the new, but only if it is somehow connected to the familiar.
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Connected Men People Sea
I went about the job in a direct way. I took the hatchet in both my hands and vigorously beat the fish on the head with the hammerhead (I still didn’t have the stomach to use the sharp edge).
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Blue Hands Jobs Stomach Vigorously
It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.
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Catching Fire Moon
I am reminded of a story of Lord Krishna when he was a cowherd. Every night he invites the milkmaids to dance with him in the forest. They come and they dance. The night is dark, the fire in their midst roars and crackles, the beat of the music gets ever faster.
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Crackle Faster Forest Girl Jealous Music Sweet
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
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Company Madness Misery
You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
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Hope might Thinking
Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.
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Defend Matter Small
We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God?
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Born Catholic Introducing

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

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Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

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