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Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.

— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming, We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want, We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already, We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought. And still we sleep. We are listening for the calling but never really heeding, Hoping for the future when the future's only plans, Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily, Praying for a savoir when salvation's in our hands. And still we sleep. And still we sleep, And still we pray, And still we fear. And still we sleep.

— Dead Poets Society

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.

— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.

— Khalil Gibran

I'm still sitting here and you are still lying there, and there are so many things we should say to each other, but we shall never be able to.

— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

I am afraid of falling asleep. To wake up to find that you were there only in my dreams.

— where shadows live

Tumhein lagta hai ki main tumhein apni taqleefein nahi batati

Par tumhe kaise samjhaon ki tumhe dekhte hi mujhe koi taqleef hi nahi rehti

You think I don't tell you my problems?

But how can I make you understand that all my problems disappear just by looking at you?

— where shadows live

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