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How do I explain a life that has lasted for billions of years? It is almost as if I must start with an apology for being alive when everyone I once knew is dead.
But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.
I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.
No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.
Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.
It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.
I went to work at the library. I know that sounds crazy but I didn't know where else to go. Besides, at the library I was constantly surrounded by people. And I loved my job, surrounded by so many books, so many lives, so much of the past.
For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.
Mortals have always exaggerated the difference between hate and love. Both come from the heart. You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.
The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.
You can never hate strongly unless you have loved strongly.
The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.
How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.
Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.
The best art always comes unbidden.
Dive deep into the ocean, Sita, and you will find that the greatest treasures you find are the illusions you leave behind.
There comes a time for everybody when words and reasons can become such a great weariness.
I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.
People are responsible for their actions, but not the fruits of their actions. Always do what you think is right, but don't worry if good does not always come from what you do.
What you wish for, what you most hope for - that is your greatest illusion.