Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

ponedjeljak, 11.10.2010.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.
What some people mistake for the high cost of living is really the cost of high living.
Memory feeds imagination.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
I was in total darkness now and I strained my ears to hear what was going on with my friends.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

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ponedjeljak, 11.10.2010.

Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

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