The Lovely Bones

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day.
It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

If

If I had but an hour of love,
If that be all that is given me,
An hour of love upon this earth,
I would give my love to thee.

Oh God,

Oh God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over,
Bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.

Sylvia

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless from the start.
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Oh how we need another soul to cling to.
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Love is an illusion,
But I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it.
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No man can ever grasp the whole impersonal neutrality of a universe.
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To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egotism.
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.
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If you expect nothing from somebody, you are never disappointed.
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And who am I, oh God-that-I-don't-believe-in ?

Believe.

Beliefs are dangerous.
Beliefs allow the mind to stop functioning.
A non-functioning mind is clinically dead.
Believe in nothing.

Crainte

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

Curious

And then there will be nothing to stop us seeing all the stars in the world, because they will all be moving towards us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness. Just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars.

All falling.

Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face, the kind you'd find on someone that could save. If they don't put me away... well it'll be a miracle. Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed, the night's hard to get through. And I will die all alone. And when I arrive, I won't know anyone.

Jesus Christ, I'm alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.

Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot, or do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide, and pull apart. 'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark. And this ship went down in sight of land, and at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands?