My Heart Is A Poem, Read At Your Own Risk

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What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

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I will not lament the past - why lament? I will work energetically and not waste time in regrets, like the person stuck in a bog and first calculating how far he has sunk without recognizing that during the time he spends on that he is sinking still deeper

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

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Not until a person has inwardly understood himself and then sees the course he is to take does his life gain peace and meaning ; only then is he free of that irksome, sinister traveling companion - that irony of life that manifests itself in the sphere of knowledge and invites true knowledge to begin with a not-knowing.

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

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Perhaps it is my misfortune in life that I am interested in far too many things rather than definitely in any one thing. My interests are not all subordinated to one but are all coordinate.

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard

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Our early youth is like a flower at dawn with a lovely dewdrop in its cup, harmoniously and pensively reflecting everything that surrounds it. But soon the sun rises over the horizon, and the dewdrop evaporates; with it vanishes the fantasies of life, and now it becomes a question whether or not a person is able to produce a drop that may represent the fruit of his life.

Søren Kierkegaard

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Isn't sex the one and only reason why all of us are actually alive?

Morrissey

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If I can sing, I am free, and no legislation can stop me.

Morrissey

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Miss Redmond is aging, and will never marry, and will die smelling of attics.

Morrissey

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People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Lana Del Rey

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It takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is

Lana Del Rey

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I am no more unhappy than anyone else, and most humans are wretched creatures - cursed by the sadness of being, The world created me and I am here - never realizing that I am in love until it gets me into trouble.

Morrissey

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Too much happens in my life, and then months and months of nothing.

Morrissey

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The city moves on without you, and nostalgia becomes a problem, and the number of days spent in solitude and stillness suddenly increases tenfold and you realize that day after day you are actually beginning to barricade yourself in. You have lived long enough to finally be able to say that you have survived, but at the foot of the stairs to be climbed to bed, no one meets you. And if your heart should stop? It is only today in which we live - it is not as if we can live today and tomorrow as one. Finally aware of ourselves as forever being in opposition, the solution to all predicaments is the goodness of privacy in a warm room with books.

Morrissey

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She does not plan to waste her life making tea for in-laws. A midwinter heart, her Julys are darker than her Decembers - carried away like a thing lost in the early stages of pregnancy.

Morrissey

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Sadness can often just be fatigue.

Morrissey

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My heart and mind are elsewhere - or rather, nowhere.

Morrissey