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The acting is absolutely superb; one cannot help but stand in awe with the performance of Carey Mulligan (Kathy), who expresses profound love in such a sublimely understated way, that is only feasible by a
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Literature that is not the breath of contemporary society, that dares not 
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Is there something to say? All is finished!

Falling is always easy. You can fall in any ditch.
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T. S. Eliot
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Fear-oriented living can never lead you into deep relationship. You remain afraid, and the other cannot be allowed, cannot be allowed to penetrate you to your very core. To an extent you allow the other and then the wall comes and everything stops. The love-oriented person is the religious person. The 
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Dimethyltryptamine or N,N-Dimethyltryptamine (DMT) is a naturally-occurring tryptamine and psychedelic drug, found not only in many plants, but also in trace amounts in the human body where its natural function is undetermined. Structurally, it is analogous to the neurotransmitter serotonin (5-HT) and other psychedelic tryptamines such as 5-MeO-DMT, bufotenin (5-OH-DMT), and psilocin (4-HO-DMT)
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I was born to love no one
No one to love me
Only the wind in the long green grass
The frost in a broken tree.

I was made to love magic
All its wonder to know
But you all lost that magic
Many many years ago.

I was born to use my eyes
Dream with the sun and the skies
To float away in a lifelong song
In the mist where melody flies.

I was made to love magic...

I was born to sail away
Into a
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Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and 
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It's time to go again
To your blue room
Got some questions to ask of you
In your blue room



The air is clean
Your skin is clear
I've had enough fun hanging 'round here
It's a different kind of conversation
Your blue room

You saw me coming love
In outside
You saw me coming
Somewhere I can hide

And time is a string of pearls... your blue room
(You see that?)
See the future just hanging there.
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Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Gonna see the river man
Gonna tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
'bout the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the 
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His hand shook so badly, as he lit another cigarette, that he knocked over the whisky bottle at his elbow.
"Oh I'm a psychiatrist," he said. "I help people who have problems."
Sangharakshita, Peace is a fire
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Sangharakshita, Peace is a fire
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Albert Einstein
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It is not the strength, but the duration of great sentiments that makes great men.

Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond Good and Evil, Chapter IV: Apophthegms and Interludes, 72
Jenseits von Gut und Böse, Sprüche und Zwischenspiele
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wewRfen_3gY8A-QoxZrvH-L77os/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wewRfen_3gY8A-QoxZrvH-L77os/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SomeShapeOfBeauty/~4/iOWiq05Z2pU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://doikas.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-not-strength-but-duration-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQFRnszfyp7ImA9WxBSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105179961585098894.post-1991349689283036199</id><published>2009-12-20T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:55:17.587+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-20T15:55:17.587+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greek" /><title>Ό,τι έκανα, δεν το έκανα εγώ</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://doikas.blogspot.com/feeds/1991349689283036199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6105179961585098894&amp;postID=1991349689283036199&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105179961585098894/posts/default/1991349689283036199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6105179961585098894/posts/default/1991349689283036199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SomeShapeOfBeauty/~3/BVFeMsRmFhA/blog-post_20.html" title="Ό,τι έκανα, δεν το έκανα εγώ" /><author><name>Greek Translator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z6S8BcbaPTU/TC4nNnfNwHI/AAAAAAAAB7U/bPV2ucHiNQk/S220/2020small2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ό,τι έκανα, δεν το έκανα εγώ. Το έκαναν οι άλλοι, για τους οποίους δεν ευθύνομαι. Ομως, βαρύνομαι. Σχεδόν αποκλειστικά.
Σταύρος Σταυρόπουλος
http://greekpoems.wordpress.com/2009/12/20/στη-χώρα-των-θανάτων-σταύρος-stavropoulos/

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Σταύρος Σταυρόπουλος
http://greekpoems.wordpress.com/2009/12/20/στη-χώρα-των-θανάτων-σταύρος-stavropoulos/
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I had not felt sleepy so early in the night for ages; indeed, I would give this movie five
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Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel (天人五衰 - Tennin Gosui)
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