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You're afraid to change. You'd rather imagine that you can escape instead of actually try.

Dr. Gregory House

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You want to know how two chemicals interact, do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat.

Dr. Greg House, House M.D.

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Nobody's a boy scout. Not even boy scouts

Frank Underwood, House of Cards

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Without music, life would be a mistake.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols with the Antichrist and Ecce Homo

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hey little mama, why don't you come around, you're feeling lost, you're feeling alone, you're feeling away far from your home see what the world is giving, is more than everything you need, some don't know what true love is, look around you and you will see mothers are loving, sisters are sharing, you should forget all the things you don't need, you've got your soul, you've got your brain, see what you can do with your hands, ohoh, now you you feel it, time to feel good about you to take a good break, ohoh, now you feel it, peace inside your mind ,got to live, hey little mama, why don't you come around, you're feeling lost, you're feeling alone, you're feeling away far from your home when the sun is going down, and there's silence in your head, don't you worry don't you run, there's a place to lay your head, don't you know how to stand up and make this world your home, if you feel like giving up, i'll make you feel at home ; ohoh, now you you feel it, time to feel good about you to take a good break, ohoh, now you feel it, peace inside your mind ,got to live, hey little mama, why don't you come around, you're feeling lost, you're feeling alone, you're feeling away far from your home

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Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned 

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Konrad Mägi "Landscape", 1920-1921, oil on cardboard, 46,8 x 60

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Time You were the one I wanted most to stay. But time could not be kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it's gone— the more it takes away.

Lang Leav, Lullabies

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Milton Avery, “Still Life With Bottles,” 1944.

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It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time." Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

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Nicholas Roerich, Himalayas, 1933.

At a glance 1897–1947 Master of Mountains, 1924–1947 Stage décors, 1909–1947 Russia, 1900–1916 Europe, USA, 1917–1923 India & Central Asia, 1924–1929 Later years, 1930–1947

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I don't understand how I can know so little about love and how it works. How I can be so bad at it when it's all I've ever wanted. All I've ever known is about leaving or being left.

Carrie Ryan, The Dark and Hollow Places

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Dan Christensen, Dolby, 1998. Acrylic on canvas65 × 70 in165.1 × 177.8 cm

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Everyone succumbs to finitude. I suspect I am not the only one who reaches this pluperfect state. Most ambitions are either achieved or abandoned; either way, they belong to the past. The future, instead of the ladder toward the goals of life, flattens out into a perpetual present. Money, status, all the vanities the preacher of Ecclesiastes described, hold so little interest: a chasing after wind, indeed.

Paul Kalanithi, writer and neurosurgeon