No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside … - Albert Camus

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Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.

Albert Camus

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

Doubt, Love, Stubborn, Unusable, Wait, Waiting

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Find your happiness in yourself.

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There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

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Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

Bed, Country, Dream, Know, Look, Love

The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.

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Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.

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Saint Francis de Sales

Marital intercourse is certainly holy, lawful and praiseworthy in itself and profitable to society, yet in certain circumstances it can prove dangerous, as when through excess the soul is made sick with venial sin, or through the violation and perversion of its primary end, killed by mortal sin; such perversion, detestable in proportion to its departure from the true order, being always mortal sin, for it is never lawful to exclude the primary end of marriage which is the procreation of children.

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Lucy Maud Montgomery

You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

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Steven Galloway

Do they hate the idea of her, because she's different from them, and that in this difference there might be some sort of inferiority or superiority that is hers or theirs, that in the end threatens the potential happiness of everyone?

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K'naan

There's definitely anger, the demand of more from the world, a demand for justice. There's no other way I can perform the vocals than the way you hear them. It's not just the words, it's what is being felt.

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