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Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

- John Donne

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Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves

And Immortality.

- Emily Dickinson (extract, The Chariot)

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“but I want to tell them

that all of this shit

is just debris

leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought

we used to be

and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself

get a better mirror

look a little closer

stare a little longer

because there’s something inside you

that made you keep trying

despite everyone who told you to quit

you built a cast around your broken heart

and signed it yourself

you signed it

“they were wrong”

because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click

maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything

maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth

to show and tell but never told

because how can you hold your ground

if everyone around you wants to bury youbeneath it

you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong”

―Shane Koyczan

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“I've been told

that people in the army

do more by 7:00 am

than I do

in an entire day

But if I wake

at 6:59 am

and turn to you

to trace the outline of your lips

with mine

I will have done enough

and killed no one

in the process.”

―Shane Koyczan

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If
those I loved were lost by Emily Dickinson

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If
those I loved were lost by Emily Dickinson

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If those I loved were lost

The Crier's voice would tell me --

If those I loved were found

The bells of Ghent would ring --

Did those I loved repose

The Daisy would impel me.

Philip -- when bewildered

Bore his riddle in!

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“I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.”

― Shane Koyczan

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“Not all those who wander are lost."

--J.R. R. Tolkien from the book The Hobbit

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“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

― Dr. Seuss

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“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

– Wuthering Heights

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"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals

.-- J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire)

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"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

-- J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire)

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“He’s more myself that I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same”

Emily Bronte

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Charlie: [voice-over] I don't know if I will have the time to write any more letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who's gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.

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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do
than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe
harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

― H. Jackson
Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

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“He’s more myself than I am.”