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Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness.
George MacDonald
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What was it then? Could things thrust their hands up and grip one; could the blade cut; the first grasp? Was there no safety? No learning by heart the ways of the world? No guide ,no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be,that this was life? - starltling, unexpected, unknown?
Virginia Woolf
To The Lighthouse
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We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
Sue Monk Kidd
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It struck me as strange, that today, of all days, is the day I start again.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Charles Bukowski
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Let the melodies fill my head. Oh, to bed. I shall, to bed.
