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I think I need a drink. Almost everybody does only they don't know it.
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There is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.
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I was sentimental about many things.
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Goodbye cruel world, I'm leaving you today.
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I fancied you'd return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
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Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
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Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
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I could go on and on, but you’re still dead and nothing’s any different.
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For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.
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The battle's won, but the child is lost.
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You should never, never doubt something that no one is sure of.
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Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.