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Read my epitaph and be wise. I have nothing to do with tomorrow, My Savior will make that His care. I have nothing to do with tomorrow, Its burden then why should I share? Is there no other way, Oh God, Except through sorrow, pain and loss? To stamp Christ's likeness on my soul, No other way except the cross?

And then a voice stills all my soul, That stilled the waves of Galilee, "Cans't thou not bear the furnace If midst the flames I walk with thee? I bore the cross, I know its weight, I drank the cup I hold for thee.

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Cans't thou not follow where I lead? I'll give thee strength, lean hard on Me. How terrible is this world! Behold, it openeth its mouth to swallow me up, and I have so little trust in Thee! If it is in the strength of this world only that I must put my trust, all is over! O God! Do this; Thou shouldest do this … Thou alone … for this is not my work, but Thine. I have nothing to do here, nothing to contend for with these great ones of the world! I should desire to see my days flow on peaceful and happy. But the cause is Thine … and it is a righteous and eternal cause. O Lord! Faithful and unchangeable God!

In no man do I place my trust. It would be in vain! All that is of man is uncertain; all that cometh of man fails … O God! Thou canst not die! Thou hidest Thyself only! Thou hast chosen me for this work. I know it well! And then a voice stills all my soul, As stilled the waves of Galilee. I bore the cross, I know its weight; I drank the cup I hold for thee.

God hath not promised skies always blue, Flower—strewn pathways all our lives through; God hath not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, peace without pain. God hath not promised we shall not know Toil and temptation, trouble and woe; He hath not told us we shall not bear Many a burden, many a care. God hath not promised smooth roads and wide, Swift, easy travel, needing no guide; Never a mountain, rocky and steep, Never a river, turbid and deep.

But God hath promised strength for the day, Rest for the laborer, light for the way, Grace for the trials, help from above, Unfailing sympathy, undying love. Out from the mine and the darkness, Out from the damp and the mold, Out from the fiery furnace, Cometh each grain of gold, Crushed into atoms and leveled Down to the humblest dust, With never a heart to pity, With never a hand to trust.

Under the press and the roller, Into the jaws of the mint, Stamped with the emblem of freedom With never a flaw or a dint; Oh! And stamped with the glorious image, Oh, beautiful coin of gold! I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall. Not my opinions may I speak; If so, my witness will be weak. That only must my message be If I shall bless humanity. I am not left to seek, forsooth, In learning's page to find the Truth, But here it is beneath my hand The Word which shall forever stand. Unalterable, enduring, sure Flows the Divine Fount fresh and pure. Knocking, knocking, who is there?

Waiting, waiting, O how fair! Knocking, knocking—what! They were looking for a king To slay their foes and lift them high; Thou cam'st, a little baby thing That made a woman cry. It seems but such a little while Since he was playing at my knee, And when I spoke to him, my eyes Would downward turn his face to see. And now, in just a few short years, O God, how short the years can be! My eyes must upward turn, for then He will be looking down on me. No time for God is soon to say no time to eat or sleep, or love or die. Take time for God, or you shall dwarf your soul. No time for God? That day when sickness comes or trouble finds you out, And you cry out to God, will He have time for you?

And when you meet Him face to face, Will He—should He—have time for you? Your sins have separated Between you and your God. No man, build he Babels ever so high, Can reach thither. Christ has come, and in Him The heavens have bended down to touch And, touching, to bless this low earth, And man and God are at one once more. Law demands—grace gives. There is a time, I know not when, A place, I know not where, Which marks the destiny of men To heaven or despair.

To cross that limit is to die, To die, as if by stealth. It may not pale the beaming eye, Nor quench the glowing health. The conscience may be still at ease, The spirits light and gay; That which is pleasing still may please, And care be thrust away. But on that forehead God hath set Indelibly a mark, By man unseen, for man as yet Is blind and in the dark. And still the doomed man's path below May bloom like Eden bloomed. He did not, does not, will not know, Nor feel that he is doomed.

He feels, he sees that all is well, His every fear is calmed. He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell, Not only doomed, but damned. Oh, where is that mysterious bourn, By which each path is crossed, Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? How long may men go on in sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? And I made a prayer right then and there, Best prayer I ever said— The prayerest prayer I ever prayed Was standing on my head.

When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged him on a tree, they drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary; they crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep, for those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap. When Jesus came to live with us we simply passed him by, we never hurt a hair of him, we only let him die; for we had grown more tender, and we would not give him pain, we only just passed down the street and left him in the rain. Still Jesus cries, "Forgive them for they know not what they do," and still it rains the winter rain that drenches through and through; the crowds go home and leave the streets without a soul to see, and Jesus crouches 'gainst a wall and cries for Calvary.

From the spectral mist and the driving clouds, From the shifting shadows and phantom crowds From unreal words and unreal lives, Where truth with falsehood feebly strives: From the passings away, the chance and change, Flickerings, vanishings, swift and strange, I turn to my glorious rest in Thee, Who art the grand Reality.

Nothing, either great or small— Nothing, sinner, no; Jesus died and paid it all, Long, long ago. Weary, working, burdened one, Wherefore toil you so? Cease your doing; all was done Long, long ago. Better news the gospel brings, It bids me fly and gives me wings. With kindly grace an angel ushered me inside.

Some I judged and labeled as unfit— Or of little worth. Indignant words rose to my lips, But never were set free. For every face showed some surprise No one expected me! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain— Take them and give me my childhood again!?

That weapon of her weakness, she can wield, To save, subdue—at once her spear and shield. We, as a church, have failed to communicate effectively the Christian message to the present generation, and this generation needs it so desperately. I say this because I have found that the educated man today is the anxious man. He has a sickening realization of his own insecurities, inadequacies, defenses, and aggressions. If they care enough to bother with what I do, then I ' ' m already better than them.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. I''ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you''ll miss them when they''re gone from your life. I''ve learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life. I''ve learned that you shouldn''t go through life with a catcher''s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

I''ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I''ve learned that even when I have pains, I don''t have to be one. I''ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I''ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I''ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. But in the end, it ' ' s always their actions you should judge them by. It ' ' s actions, not words, that matter. That doesn ' ' t happen much, though. How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! Sometimes you love them more.

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You live several lives while reading. We must never, ever be boring. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. I have erased this line. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I ' ' m still trying to figure out how that could be. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I ' ' ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying ' ' End-of-the-World Switch. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That ' ' s relativity. But they also tear you apart. Those who don ' ' t believe in magic will never find it.

It ' ' s even harder when you ' ' re stupid. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. It comes from your own actions. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. Even longer, ' ' Pooh answered. Fear is stupid. So are regrets. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we ' ' re apart I ' ' ll always be with you.

A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ' ' Damn, that was fun ' '. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.

And friends leave. Life doesn ' ' t stop for anybody. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. Now I ' ' ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don ' ' t rhyme, and some stories don ' ' t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what ' ' s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that ' ' s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory.

I ' ' ll never forget a single moment of it. I can sit and look at it for hours. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together. I ' ' ve let people fool themselves. They didn ' ' t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn ' ' t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn ' ' t. And may the odds be ever in your favor. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man-for precisely the same reasons.

No, read in order to live. If it ' ' s not there, you ' ' ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you ' ' ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

You know that your name is safe in their mouth. A wise person avoids it. Just get people to stop reading them. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people ' ' s business. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

The world owes you nothing. It was here first. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. One does not love breathing. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head. Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what ' ' s her name?

Peeta sighs. I ' ' ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I ' ' m pretty sure she didn ' ' t know I was alive until the reaping. Unrequited love they can relate to. She have another fellow? I don ' ' t know, but a lot of boys like her," says Peeta. So, here ' ' s what you do. You win, you go home. She can ' ' t turn you down then, eh?

I don ' ' t think it ' ' s going to work out. Why ever not? Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. And that ' ' s important-you know ' ,. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you ' ' re wonderful, and don ' ' t forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. Stay up and fight. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that ' ' s the key. It ' ' s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

None of my friends are there. You know, with a bit of pornography if you ' ' re lucky. Running for your life is another.

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Simple as that. Their thoughts are someone else ' ' s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. We are here to help you. You will have time to get to your class before the bell rings. The dress code will be enforced. No smoking is allowed on school grounds.

Our football team will win the championship this year.

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We expect more of you here. Guidance counselors are always available to listen. Your schedule was created with you in mind. Your locker combination is private. These will be the years you look back on fondly. You will use algebra in your adult lives. Driving to school is a privilege that can be taken away. Students must stay on campus during lunch. The new text books will arrive any day now. Colleges care more about you than your SAT scores. We are enforcing the dress code. We will figure out how to turn off the heat soon. Our bus drivers are highly trained professionals.

There is nothing wrong with summer school. We want to hear what you have to say. Remember that. No reason is needed for loving. Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving. I require so much! I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. What a stupid lamb," I sighed. What a sick, masochistic lion. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear. Genius hits a target no one else can see. You aren ' ' t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can.

He isn ' ' t going to quote poetry, he ' ' s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don ' ' t hurt him, don ' ' t change him, and don ' ' t expect for more than he can give. Don ' ' t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he ' ' s not there.

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Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don ' ' t exist, but there ' ' s always one guy that is perfect for you. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people ' ' s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. I ' ' m not the silly romantic you think.

I don ' ' t want the heavens or the shooting stars.

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  • I don ' ' t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I wanta steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create.

    Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun. There is another theory which states that this has already happened. And that ' ' s what you ' ' ve given me. That ' ' s what I ' ' d hoped to give you forever ' ,. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited. They ' ' re like chef ' ' s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

    Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can ' ' t see from the center. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone''s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

    I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we''ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

    I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind''s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it''s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there''s a cat in a box somewhere who''s alive and dead at the same time although if they don''t ever open the box to feed it it''ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead , and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

    I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn''t even know that I''m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn''t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what''s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

    I believe in a woman''s right to choose, a baby''s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there''s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you''re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it. Count your life by smiles, not tears. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must of felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.

    I don ' ' t know where there is, but I believe it ' ' s somewhere, and I hope it ' ' s beautiful. Oh Ronnie! That ' ' s everyone in the family! Next door neighbors? Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one ' ' s definition of your life; define yourself. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I ' ' m awake, you know?

    That means you ' ' ve stood up for something, sometime in your life. I am only passionately curious. You are able to say to yourself, ' ' I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along. Anyone who says differently is selling something. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it. There is no cure for curiosity. Is he alright? It ' ' s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

    People that like to read are always a little fucked up. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever. So you ' ' d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you ' ' ll never understand what it ' ' s saying. If you ' ' re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn ' ' t love you anymore.

    Why me? It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most? But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

    The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before - bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it - but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

    I still do. If you want me. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. I had the radio on. I said I didn ' ' t know. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit. I honestly think it ' ' s the thing I like most, to laugh.

    It cures a multitude of ills. It ' ' s probably the most important thing in a person. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it ' ' s in your mind. Who ' ' s to say that dreams and nightmares aren ' ' t as real as the here and now? But you can never love people as much as you can miss them. But I refuse to be reduced by it. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell. The goal isn ' ' t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You''ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She''s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop?

    That''s the reader.

    They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn. She''s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she''s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author''s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted.

    Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce''s Ulysses she''s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It''s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she''s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book.

    It will never be your fault if she does. She has to give it a shot somehow. Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world. Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel.

    That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close.

    When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She''ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she''s sick. Over Skype. You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn''t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes.

    She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you''re better off alone.

    If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won ' ' t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness.

    Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. I don ' ' t hate them I just feel better when they ' ' re not around. One of them is not reading them. Life ' ' s cruelest irony. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. I ' ' m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we ' ' re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we ' ' ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

    A single soul dwelling in two bodies. But I won ' ' t live for you. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. That ' ' s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person.

    No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time sometimes far too long waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness.

    Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism. Trouble usually finds me. I like my choices. And maybe we ' ' ll never know most of them. But even if we don ' ' t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.

    And we can try to feel okay about them. Real or not real," he whispers. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you ' ' ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it. In fact, they didn ' ' t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.

    What I wonder is why everybody doesn ' ' t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly. In a crisis, be aware of the danger--but recognize the opportunity. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don ' ' t know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.

    What is funny? I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at me. She screws everybody. I am the combined effort of everyone I ' ' ve ever known. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. I think I ' ' ve forgotten this before. The important thing is to not stop questioning. There ' ' s. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million.

    Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I ' ' m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.

    I wouldn ' ' t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I ' ' m grateful. Someone should have told you. Wake me up later. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons. Possibly with a variety of weapons.

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    Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering. Don ' ' t walk away, don ' ' t be distracted, don ' ' t be too busy or tired, don ' ' t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff. I just think that some things are meant to be broken. It ' ' s the universe ' ' s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It ' ' s how life is. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

    Do you even know what that means? It means pissed-at- men syndrome ' ,. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. You educate a woman; you educate a generation. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she ' ' d ever seen. It is what you think about it. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too. What kind of walk takes six hours? We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.

    And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody - no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they ' ' ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds Not just one world.

    Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe. Then he whips off his hospital gown leaving him in just his underwear. Do you find this" -- he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose -- "distracting? Boggs looks embarrassed and Finnick looks more like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell ' ;. But we ' ' re not stupid-we know we ' ' re called Gred and Forge. They must be felt with the heart ' ,. I ' ' m okay once I realize you ' ' re here. Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever ' ,. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

    It ' ' s people who claim that they ' ' re good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of. But I never believe me. That is true, it ' ' s called Life. I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I ' ' ve bought a big bat. I ' ' m all ready you see.

    Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me! Others just get wet. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn ' ' t want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer, and suffer, and burn, and scream, until the end of time.

    But he loves you. He loves you. He loves you and he needs money. Hate is too great a burden to bear. Read before you think. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised.

    But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself. To talk health, happiness, and prosperityto every person you meet.

    To make all your friends feelthat there is something in themTo look at the sunny side of everythingand make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best,and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of othersas you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the pastand press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all timesand give every living creature you meet a smile.

    To give so much time to the improvement of yourselfthat you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,not in loud words but great deeds.

    To live in faith that the whole world is on your sideso long as you are true to the best that is in you. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ' ' happy ' '. They told me I didn ' ' t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn ' ' t understand life.

    Sex is about power. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.