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“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Looks fade,' Mom would go on. 'But intelligence lasts forever.”
― Meg Cabot, Runaway

“You could put a blond wig on a hot-water heater and some dude would try to fuck it.”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

“What's so funny?" Bella mumbled.
"I got food in her hair," I told her, chortling again.
"I'm not going to forget this, dog," Rosalie hissed.
"S'not so hard to erase a blond's memory," I countered. "Just blow in her ear."
Get some new jokes, "Rosalie snapped.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

“There's only one sort of natural blonde on earth - albinos.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“I made myself platinum, but I was born a dirty blonde.”
― Claudia Shear, Dirty Blonde

“Hey, do you know what you call a blond with a brain?" I asked, and the continued on the same breath, "a golden retriever."
I've heard that one, too," she said, no longer smiling.
I'll keep trying." I promised.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive. ”
― Havelock Ellis

“One is happy once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness: simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience.”
― George Sand, Correspondance, 1812-1876; Volume 5

“Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.”
― Anna Godbersen, Splendor

“Jealousy is love in competition.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Envy is for people who don’t have the self-esteem to be jealous.”
― Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic

“Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“The future for me is already a thing of the past -
You were my first love and you will be my last”
― Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan - Love and Theft: Piano/Vocal/Guitar

“There's no love like the first.”
― Nicholas Sparks

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.”
― Jim Morrison

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.”
― Elbert Hubbard

“To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.”
― George MacDonald

“... m'emplissait d'un bonheur vivant, d'un vrai bonheur. J'en avais sur la peau, j'en avais dans la chair, j'en avais dans le sang; il descendait jusque dans l'âme. A cet âge-là on est ignorant. Mais je sentais bien que ma joie de vivre était plus grande que mon corps, et je me disais: "Pascalet, c'est l'ange du Bon Dieu qui remue de plaisir en toi. Traite-le bien."
Pascalet ~ "L'enfant et la rivière

Traduction en grecque:
... με γέμιζε με μια ευτυχία ζωντανή, με μια πραγματική ευτυχία. Την αισθανόμουν πάνω στο δέρμα μου, μέσα στη σάρκα μου, μέσα στο αίμα μου · κατέβαινε μέχρι την ψυχή μου. Δεν ήξερα τι είναι η ψυχή. Σε αυτή την ηλικία δε γνωρίζουμε πολλά. Όμως αισθανόμουν έντονα ότι η χαρά του να ζω ήταν μεγαλύτερη από το σώμα μου και έλεγα στον εαυτό μου: "Πασκαλέ, είναι ο άγγελος του Καλού Θεού που κινεί την ευτυχία μέσα σου. Φέρσου της καλά".”
― Henri Bosco, L'enfant et la rivière

“Ne marche pas devant moi, je ne suivrai peut-être pas. Ne marche pas derrière moi, je ne te guiderai peut-être pas. Marche juste à côté de moi et sois mon ami.”
― Albert Camus / آلبر کامو

“We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't reach out our hands or we get them gashed.”
― Robinson Jeffers, The Selected Poetry

“Love The Wild Swan

I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.
Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch
One color, one glinting
Hash, of the splendor of things.
Unlucky hunter, Oh bullets of wax,
The lion beauty, the wild-swan wings, the storm of the wings."
--This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.
Better bullets than yours would miss the white breast
Better mirrors than yours would crack in the flame.
Does it matter whether you hate your . . . self?
At least Love your eyes that can see, your mind that can
Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.”
― Robinson Jeffers

“The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,

The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.

You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.

II

I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk;
but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery
From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under his talons when he moved.

We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking for death,
Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
Implacable arrogance.

I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried fear at its rising
Before it was quite unsheathed from reality”
― Robinson Jeffers

“Beautiful rainbows are formed in ugly storms.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo