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Blue Is the Warmest Color (2013) directed by Abdellatif Kekiche
"Now, It can be scary and make us all feel small, but the world is so exquisite and filled with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with empty comforts. Far better is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another like him. Marvel at the realization that the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, and the carbon in our wedding rings were all forged inside the hearts of of collapsing stars. We are all of us made of starstuff.
If that too leaves you alone and afraid, there’s only one thing we’ve found in all of our searching that can make the emptiness bearable, and that is each other.
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is only truly bearable through love."

Carl Sagan

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"Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again."

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden

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Yasuhiro Yoshioka
"Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief."

Anne Carson, preface to “Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides”

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"Today I awoke from a sound sleep with curses of joy on my lips, with gibberish on my tongue, repeating to myself like a litany—“Fay ce que vouldras! … fey ce que vouldras!” Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy. So much crowds into my head when I say this to myself: images, gay ones, terrible ones, maddening ones, the wolf and the goat, the spider, the crab, syphilis with her wings outstretched and the door of the womb always on the latch, always open, ready like the tomb. Lust, crime, holiness: the lives of my adored ones, the failures of my adored ones, the words they left behind them, the words they left unfinished; the good they dragged after them and the evil, the sorrow, the discord, the rancor, the strife they created. But above all, the ecstasy!"

Henry Miller

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