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“This review is from: On the Shortness of Life (Penguin Great Ideas) (Paperback) "I know the title sounds too good to be true and I'm sure is not typical of the average reader's results but for me it truly did change the way I looked at life. I'm sure it was a combination of many thing that have been happening recently with the more people I've met and books I've read but this specific piece was the tipping point for me to really change the way I look at materialism and my time. It was the spark that caused me to quit a 6 figure job and pursue higher goals and more fulfilling work. I am now much more satisfied with life and have actually passed where I was in life held down by trading my time for money to pay the mortgage... a never ending helpless cycle. Thanks Seneca”

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Author:Amazon Reviewer
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“You can quiz me on Petrarch, Medea, Shakespeare or Dante, I know them all, and I’m sorry, but they’ve all gone wrong. Dumb glorified men, writing words about love and life as if they knew. As far as I’m concerned, they didn’t make it out alive either, so I’m sure as hell not going to go to them for advice.”

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Book:Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
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“Laura, illustrious through her own virtues, and long famed through my verses, first appeared to my eyes in my youth, in the year of our Lord 1327, on the sixth day of April, in the church of St. Clare in Avignon, at matins; and in the same city, also on the sixth day of April, at the same first hour, but in the year 1348, the light of her life was withdrawn from the light of day, while I, as it chanced, was in Verona, unaware of my fate...”

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Author:Francesco Petrarca
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“My galley, charged with forgetfulness, Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; And every oar a thought in readiness, As though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, Hath done the weared cords great hinderance; Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance. The stars be hid that led me to this pain. Drowned is reason that should me consort, And I remain despairing of the port.”

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Author:Thomas Wyatt
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