He who voluntarily confronts tremendous odds must have very great internal resources to draw upon.
— Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War
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When it came to love, she enjoyed the thrill of the chase but seldom stopped to check whether happiness was keeping up.
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I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
— Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange
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Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
— Samuel Beckett, Endgame
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How could I know you fit my body like a glove? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me.
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour
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we have now been accounted for
and it is written on our empty graves
that After everything still I stayed.
And I mean it.
I stayed. I stayed. I stayed.
— Buddy Wakefield, “Self-Portrait”
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