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Oh, the torment bred in race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the vein, the haemorrage none can staunch, the grief, the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house
and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods between the earth.
Now here, you blissful powers underground-
answer the call, send help. Bless the children, give them triumph now.
Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers
My Truth
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present,that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, aswell as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that thought they may be said to die, yet their friendship society are, in the best sense, ever present, becouse immortal.
William Penn, More Fruits Of Solitude
"We can do anything we want
if we stick to it long enough"
Helen Keller
With this words i think that Helen Keller meant that, we shouldnt give up even how hard the task is.
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