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Design

Last Words…

by Kurt S. on July 29, 2010

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Forever Adventure…

by Kurt S. on July 29, 2010

Wendy: “So, your adventures are over then?”

Peter: “No, oh no, to live is an adventure.”

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I Will Make It Easy…

by Kurt S. on July 29, 2010

“Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy
I will make it easy”

Bright Eyes, A Song to Pass the Time

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Miles & Miles…

by Kurt S. on July 29, 2010

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You Adapt Yourself…

by Kurt S. on July 28, 2010

“When you’re young, you’re afraid of being alone. Solitude is a burden and you try to escape from it. You always wonder when it’s going to come to an end. Sometimes you can’t get rid of it. Later, you use it in a different way. You’ve learned how to live with it, and you don’t try to get rid of it by all means anymore. After all you may call this resignation, but I don’t think it’s harmful. You’re not just standing there, in pain, asking yourself “Why am I alone? Why don’t I go out?” etc. You don’t ask yourself these questions anymore. You adapt yourself. Living alone does not mean living in nothingness.”

Morrissey

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Listen, You Are Not Alone…

by Kurt S. on July 28, 2010

“Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.’”

Kurt Vonnegut.

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Enjoy the Roses…

by Kurt S. on July 27, 2010

“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon – instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.”

~Dale Carnegie

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Love Never Dies a Natural Death…

by Kurt S. on July 27, 2010

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

— Anaïs Nin

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Love Is A Bit Of Heaven…

by Kurt S. on July 27, 2010

“I think love is a bit of heaven. When I was in love I thought about that girl so much I felt like I was going to die and it was beautiful, and she loved me, too, or at least she said she did, and we were not about ourselves, we were about each other, and that is what I mean when I say being in love is a bit of heaven. When I was in love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful.”

Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

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People Are So Strange…

by Kurt S. on July 27, 2010

“When you look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually beautiful.”

Angela Chase, My So-Called Life

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