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You don’t know what love is, until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues, until you know lost love.

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Chet Becker, Let’s Get Lost, in 1988

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“He held out his hands ... to slow the world that ... seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she.”

All the pretty horses

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Marcello Mastroianni Otto e mezzo (1963)

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„Non si sale mica nella vita, si scende. Lei non poteva più. Lei non poteva più scendere fin dove ero io… C'era troppa notte per lei intorno a me.“ Voyage au bout de la nuit

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The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the winter snow; Wherefore yon leafless trees will bloom again And this grey land grow green with summer rain And send up cowslips for some boy to mow. But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory. Oscar Wilde

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La vague

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    “Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,       He hath awaken'd from the dream of life;       'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep       With phantoms an unprofitable strife,       And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife       Invulnerable nothings. We decay       Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief       Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay” “Adonais” Percy Bysshe Shelley