Hun følte at det som var inne i henne ikke bare var mørke, det var som svart farve, som tjære som klebet seg til alt hun så, alle tanker hun hadde. Hun hang fast i denne sorte, ubønnhørlige substansen i sjelen. For det var ikke bare mørke, det var et stoff, et svart giftstoff som drepte henne.
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“Drømmen og hjulet”, av Jens Bjørneboe
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Den vinteren lærte hun at kjærlighet er en følelse som ligner mer på hat enn på vennskap.
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“Drømmen og hjulet”, av Jens Bjørneboe
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I am too much concentrated on myself. My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget. It was silly of me to come down here at all.
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“The picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde
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Ah! Realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age! Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you.
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“The picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde
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Not simply, ordinarily lazy. Ordinary laziness was merely the absence of effort. Victor had passed through there a long time ago, had gone straight through commonplace idleness and out on the far side. He put more effort into avoiding work than most people put into hard labour.
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“Moving Pictures”, a Discworld novel by Terry Pratchett
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Some people say there is a relief in the sharing of cares and pains. To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring of still suppurating wounds
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“Assassin’s Quest” by Robin Hobb
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Desperation to avoid injury is not the same as determination to win.
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“Assassin’s Quest” by Robin Hobb
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For myself, I think some things are beyond words. The color blue can only be experienced, as can the scent of jasmine or the sound of a flute. The curve of a warm bared shoulder, the uniquely feminine softness of a breast, the startled sound one makes when all barriers suddenly yield, the perfume of her throat, the taste of her skin are all but parts, and sweet as the may be, they do not embody the whole. A thousand such details still would not illustrate it.
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“Royal Assassin” by Robin Hobb
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Sometimes I felt as Kettricken did, that I was drowning in what was required of me, and that there was nothing left in my life that was for me alone.
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“Royal Assassin” by Robin Hobb
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Passing time.” She sighed. She cupped her chin in her hand and leaned on her elbow to stare pensively out at the falling snow. The sea wind tangled in her pale hair. “It’s an odd language, yours. You speak of passing time as in the Mountains we speak of passing wind. As if it were something to be gotten rid of.
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“Royal Assassin” by Robin Hobb
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At fifteen years old, an age when most were coming into their full strength, I could no longer trust my body to perform the simplest task. It was damaged, and I rejected it fiercely. I felt savagely vindictive toward the flesh and bone that enclosed me, and wished for some way to express my raging disappointment.
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“Royal Assassin” by Robin Hobb
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