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“Suddenly, he wanted some credit for it. He wanted someone to thank him for not crapping on the institution of love. He wanted someone to thank him for not being yet another dilettante. He wanted someone to thank him for quitting poetry. He wanted some great poet to thank him for quitting poetry instead of desecrating it with his amateurishness. He wanted some unborn child to thank him for not conceiving her and not leaving her a hope chest full of mawkish villanelles. He wanted some sort of organization of martyrs to give him an award. He wanted to be decorated for not putting up a fuss. He wanted to be the president of forgettable people. He wanted there to be a competition for the least competitive person, and he wanted to win that competition. He wanted some sort of badge or outfit or medal or key or hat. He wanted to be asked to stand. He wanted to be considered. He wanted to be considered in earnest before being ignored. He wanted all the insane and beautiful and passionate people in the world to take one moment of silence in gratitude for the ones who had ceded them the stage-- he, the unread poet, the sacrifice, the schoolteacher-- he wanted one goddamned moment of appreciation.”

HumorSpunky
Book:The Folded World
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“They had terrorized this poor, defenseless beauty. He would make them rue it. As for Kate, after all she had been through, she had impressed him with her self-possession, to say nothing of her fiery spirit. She had stood there ready to battle him like some spunky little terrier barking at a wolf, aye, and throwing the greater predator into temporary confusion with her unexpected show of ferocity. Though petite of build, she was large in courage, a little lady of intrepid spirit”

CourageousKate MadsenSpunky
Book:My Dangerous Duke
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“Quero hoje dizer-te uma coisa, algo que já sei há bastante tempo, e que também tu já sabes, mas talvez ainda não o tenhas dito a ti mesmo. Dir-te-ei agora aquilo que sei a respeito de mim, de ti e do nosso destino. Tu, Harry, foste um artista e um pensador, uma pessoa repleta de alegria e fé, sempre no encalço do grandioso e do eterno, nunca satisfeito com o formoso e o pequeno. Porém, quanto mais a vida te fez despertar e te devolveu a ti mesmo, tanto maior se tornou a tua miséria, mais profundamente te viste mergulhado no sofrimento, na inquietação e no desespero, até ao pescoço, e tudo aquilo que outrora consideraste, amaste e veneraste como belo e sagrado, toda a fé que em tempos tiveste nos seres humanos e no nosso elevado destino foi incapaz de te ajudar, tornou-se inútil e estilhaçou-se. A tua fé deixou de conseguir ter ar para respirar. E a asfixia é uma dura forma de morrer. Não é assim, Harry? É esse o teu destino?”

AnguishDisquietude
Book:Steppenwolf
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“In everything, almost in everything, I wrote I was guided by the need of collecting ideas which, linked together, would be the expression of myself, though each individual idea, expressed separately in words, loses its meaning, is horribly debased when only one of the links, of which it forms a part, is taken by itself. But the interlinking of these ideas is not, I think, an intellectual process, but something else, and it is impossible to express the source of this interlinking directly in words; it can only be done indirectly by describing images, actions, and situations in words.”

WritingLeo Tolstoy
Author:Leo Tolstoy
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