It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly,
To be fearful of the night.
by
Galileo Galilei
Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly,
To be fearful of the night.
by
It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly,
To be fearful of the night.
by
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
by
by
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
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Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounding yourself with assholes.
by
by
William Gibson
