Trial and Terror

All wisdom contained herein is more temporary than it appears.
I reside at Apostatements.
~ Tuesday, October 11 ~
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I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened.
— Mark Twain (via booklover)
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~ Wednesday, October 5 ~
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Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
— Truman Capote (via wordpainting)
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~ Thursday, October 8 ~
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Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.
— Milton, Paradise Lost.
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~ Wednesday, October 7 ~
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If people were meant to pop out of bed, we’d all sleep in toasters.
— Source Unknown.
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~ Sunday, September 27 ~
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How do the Finnish differ from the Americans? “Well, I can’t Americans all over your face.
— Bearsy, in a conversation about Death Metallers or something.
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~ Saturday, September 26 ~
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You heard that I was feeling ill, headache, fever, and a chill, you came to help restore my pluck, ‘cause you’re the nurse who likes to ——.
— Ferris Bueller, Paraphrased from.
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~ Wednesday, September 23 ~
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I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
— Anais Nin
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I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern
— Anain Nin
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~ Thursday, September 17 ~
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The handfuls of earth made the only man who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.
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~ Tuesday, September 15 ~
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A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect. Be gone, odious wasp! You smell of decayed syllables.
— Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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