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I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

Double, double, toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

thus with a kiss I die

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.

The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.

We are travelers on a cosmic journey,stardust,swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?

I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

Can't repeat the past? Why of course you can!

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.