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He did not know who he was, just as we do not know who he is. He did his duty without knowing that he was. He was guided by the same thing that makes the roses bloom, and the falling of leaves sad. Life has no better reason, nor death a better reward.
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Natalya Bondarchuk
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Now summer is gone.
And might never have been.
In the sunshine it’s warm.
But there has to be more.
It all came to pass,
All fell into my hands
Like a five-petalled leaf,
But there has to be more.
Nothing evil was lost,
Nothing good was in vain,
All ablaze with clear light
But there has to be more.
Life gathered me up
Safe under its wing,
My luck always held,
But there has to be more.
Not a leaf was burnt up
Not a twig ever snapped …
Clean as glass is the day,
But there has to be more.
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All rivers flow to the sea, yet never does the sea become full.
To the place where they flow, the rivers continue to flow.
All things are wearisome, too wearisome for words.
The eye is not satisfied by seeing nor has the ear enough of hearing.
What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done. Nothing is new under the sun!
Even the thing of which we say, “See, this is new!” has already existed in the ages that preceded us.
There is no remembrance of past generations; nor will future generations be remembered by those who come after them.
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Glow unseen
Flourish in silence
The freedom that is isolation and solitude
Seeking nothing
Desiring nothing
Needing nothing
Possessed by nothing except the nothing and everything that is the world behind your eyes.
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We all love each other, and the lie is the kiss we exchange.
-The Book of Disquiet
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