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“We throw stones though we live in glass houses, We talk shit like its a cross to bare. You're only relevant 'til you get older. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”

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Alex Gaskarth

Alex Gaskarth, born on December 14, 1987, is an accomplished musical artist from the United States. Known for his distinctive musical style and exceptional guitar playing skills, he is a founding member of the rock band All Time Low. Gaskarth's musical journey began in his teenage years, and his creativity and performance have been well-received by fans worldwide. more

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong? You belong by rights to girls like Lizzie Connolly. You belong with the legions of toil, with all that is low, and vulgar, and unbeautiful. You belong with the oxen and the drudges, in dirty surroundings among smells and stenches. There are the stale vegetables now. Those potatoes are rotting. Smell them, damn you, smell them. And yet you dare to open the books, to listen to beautiful music, to learn to love beautiful paintings, to speak good English, to think thoughts that none of your own kind thinks, to tear yourself away from the oxen and the Lizzie Connollys and to love a pale spirit of a woman who is a million miles beyond you and who lives in the stars! Who are you? and what are you? damn you! And are you going to make good?”

Love Music Painting Smell

Book:Martin Eden

Source: Martin Eden

“Truth is relevant only in its subservience to life.”

Truth Life Lessons Knowledge Humanism Tolerance Humanist Inclusive Pursuit Of Truth Peaceful Coexistence Tolerant

Book:Nazmahal: Palace of Grace

Source: Nazmahal: Palace of Grace

“She sat listening to the music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a sunburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance.”

Music

Book:Atlas Shrugged

Source: Atlas Shrugged