#thought lives matter (and so do writing lives for that matter)


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― Pas­cal Merci­er, Night Train to Lisbon

“SOL­I­DAO, LONE­LI­NESS.What is it that we call lone­li­ness. It can’t sim­ply be the absence of oth­ers, you can be alone and not lone­ly, and you can be among peo­ple and yet be lone­ly. So what is it ? … it isn’t only that oth­ers are there, that they fill up the space next to us. But even when they cel­e­brate us or give advice in a friend­ly con­ver­sa­tion, clever, sen­si­tive advice : even then we can be lone­ly. So lone­li­ness is not some­thing sim­ply con­nect­ed with the pres­ence of oth­ers or with what they do. Then what ? What on earth?”
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Eccle­si­astes 3

There is a time for everything,  and a sea­son for every activ­i­ty under the heavens : a time to be born and a time to die,  a time to plant and a time to uproot,   a time to kill and a time to heal,  a time to tear down and a time to build,  a time to weep and a time to laugh,  a time to mourn and a time to dance,  a time to scat­ter stones and a time to gath­er them,  a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,  a time to search and a time to give up,  a time to keep and a time to throw away,  a time to tear and a time to mend,  a time to be silent and a time to speak,  a time to love and a time to hate, ...

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