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...the object of waging a war is always to be in a better position in which to wage another war.

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Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

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Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are... Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God.

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The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

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I shall always be a flower girl to Professor Higgins, because he always treats me as a flower girl, and always will; but I know I can be a lady to you, because you always treat me as a lady, and always will.

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Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.

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But did thee feel the earth move?

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What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

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Olmak ya da olmamak, işte bütün mesele bu!Düşüncemizin katlanması mı güzel Zalim kaderin yumruklarına, oklarına Yoksa diretip bela denizlerine karşı Dur, yeter demesi mi?Ölmek, uyumak sadece!Düşünün ki uyumakla yalnız Bitebilir bütün acıları yüreğin, Çektiği bütün kahırlar insanoğlunun. Uyumak, ama düş görebilirsin uykuda, o kötü. Çünkü, o ölüm uykularındaSıyrıldığımız zaman yaşamak kaygısındanNe düşler görebilir insan, düşünmeli bunu. Bu düşüncedir felaketleri yaşanır yapan. Yoksa kim dayanabilir zamanın kırbacına? Zorbanın kahrına, gururunun çiğnenmesine Sevgisinin kepaze edilmesine Kanunların bu kadar yavaş Yüzsüzlüğün bu kadar çabuk yürümesineKötülere kul olmasına iyi insanın Bir bıçak saplayıp göğsüne kurtulmak varken? Kim ister bütün bunlara katlanmak Ağır bir hayatın altında inleyip terlemekÖlümden sonraki bir şeyden korkmasaO kimsenin gidip de dönmediği bilinmez dünya Ürkütmese yüreğini? Bilmediğimiz belalara atılmaktansa Çektiklerine razı etmese insanları? Bilinç böyle korkak ediyor hepimizi: Düşüncenin soluk ışığı bulandırıyor Yürekten gelenin doğal rengini. Ve nice büyük, yiğitçe atılışlar Yollarını değiştirip bu yüzdenBir iş, bir eylem olma gücünü yitiriyorlar.W. Shakespeare / Hamlet

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Good wombs have borne bad sons."-- (Miranda, I:2)

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Most loves don't last. But some do.

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Science can destroy religion by ignoring it as well as by disproving its tenets. No one ever demonstrated, so far as I am aware, the nonexistence of Zeus or Thor, but they have few followers now.

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A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

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You will go to paper towns and you will never come back.

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In jest, there is truth.

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One must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can't do anything about them.

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But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal- there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution gentlemen, is a court. It can be the Supreme Court of the United States or the humblest JP court in the land, or this honourable court which you serve. Our courts have their faults as does any human institution, but in this country our courts are the great levelers, and in our courts all men are created equal

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And nothing is, but what is not.

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He knew you can't really be strong until you can see a funny side of things.

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I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.

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