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 The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.

I dont really know whats going on with myself, ever.

I write in terror; I have to talk myself into bravery with every sentence, sometimes every syllable.

How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. Id like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You dont have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

There is always something left to love.

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?