Louise, quand prendras-tu le temps de venir me revoir ? Je ne serais pas au monde si ce n'était pour t'avoir ! Je volerai tes amants, les ailes déployées, et pour mieux te connaître à eux me donnerai. M'insinuant dans leur chambre, à l'heure où ils sommeillent, et, le geste précis, assurerai leur éveil à ces choses que toi seule croyait leur procurer : je te mets au défi de venir m'égaler.

Encre - Missive Bis

Would you trade me for more
Of yourself when it’s silent.
Try not to give too much,
So you won’t grow tired.

And I knew you
The good and the bad,
The days I recall being wonderful
And I lost you
Coz I held it back,
Please tell me that everything will work out fine.

Pictures taken fast,
The proof that I've known you.
In albums stuck to bleach
But memories they’ll keep.

And I know you
The good and the bad,
The days I recall being wonderful
And I lost you Coz I held it back,
Please tell me that everything will work out fine.

If this is the last dance,
Then may I have it.

Last Days of April - The Days I Recall Being Wonderful

You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.

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The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.

Ursula K. LeGuin, in The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

Our greatest arrogance is to believe that we are all special, because the truth is we are all unbelievably the same.

Clancy Lass (Greg Kean) in ‘Sunday Mornings’ (Dead Like Me 1x09)