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he-said-you-are-those-given-respite-alaraf-15
and-i-will-give-them-respite-my-plan-is-firm-alqalam-45
he-said-give-me-respite-until-day-they-are-resurrected-alaraf-14
surely-he-will-have-no-respite-from-his-craving-he-cannot-save-himself-by-his-treasure-job-2020
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she-inhaled-again-you-made-it-rain-she-said-softly-delighted-everyone-needs-respite-from-sun-kathleen-tessaro
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the-agony-of-my-feelings-allowed-me-no-respite-no-incident-occurred-from-which-my-rage-and-misery-could-not-extract-its-food
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love-is-incurable-malady-like-those-pathetic-states-in-which-rheumatism-affords-sufferer-brief-respite-only-to-be-replaced-by-epileptiform-marcel-proust
i-was-ambidextrous-child-symmetry-roller-skating-was-welcome-respite-from-my-awkwardness-with-physical-activities-that-involved-ball-racket
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it-is-utterly-exhausting-being-black-in-america-physically-mentally-emotionally-while-many-minority-groups-women-feel-similar-stress-there-is-no-marian-wright-edelman
alternately-in-our-lives-come-black-white-nothing-is-visible-through-silent-dark-hole-no-light-no-life-no-meandering-respite-in-tunnel-death-journeys-eternal-soul-taranum
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i-liked-books-respite-privacy-them-books-about-plants-formation-ice-business-world-wars-whenever-i-sank-into-them-i-felt-free-tim-winton
happiness-is-never-there-to-stay-happiness-is-merely-respite-offered-by-inquietude-andre-maurois
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tide-flowing-is-feared-for-many-thing-great-danger-to-such-as-be-sick-it-doth-bring-sea-ebb-by-long-ebbing-some-respite-doth-give-and-sendeth-good-thomas-tusser
our-contemporaries-are-constantly-excited-by-two-conflicting-passions-they-want-to-be-led-they-wish-to-remain-free-as-they-cannot-destroy-either-one-other-these-contrary-propensi
Breeze strolled over to the table and chose a seat with his characteristic decorum. The portly man raised his dueling cane, pointing it at Ham. 'I see that my period of intellectual respite has come to an end.' Ham smiled. 'I thought up a couple beastly questions while I was gone, and I've been saving them just for you, Breeze.' 'I'm dying of anticipation, ' Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. 'Spook, drink.' Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine. 'He's such a fine lad, ' Breeze noted, accepting the drink. 'I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.' Spook frowned. 'Niceing the not on the playing without.' 'I have no idea what you just said, child, ' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.' Kelsier rolled his eyes. 'Losing the stress on the nip, ' he said. 'Notting without the needing of care.' 'Riding the rile of the rids to the right, ' Spook said with a nod. 'What are you two babbling about?' Breeze said testily. 'Wasing the was of brightness, ' Spook said. 'Nip the having of wishing of this.' 'Ever wasing the doing of this, ' Kelsier agreed. 'Ever wasing the wish of having the have, ' Ham added with a smile. 'Brighting the wish of wasing the not.' Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. 'I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.' Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, 'Wasing not of wasing is.

Brandon Sanderson
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Haven't I? - he thought. Haven't I thought of it since the first time I saw you? Haven't I thought of nothing else for two years?... He sat motionless, looking at her. He heard the words he had never allowed himself to form, the words he had felt, known, yet had not faced, had hoped to destroy by never letting them be said within his own mind. Now it was as sudden and shocking as if he were saying it to her... Since the first time I saw you... Nothing but your body, that mouth of yours, and the way your eyes would look at me, if... Through every sentence I ever said to you, through every conference you thought so safe, through the importance of all the issues we discussed... You trusted me, didn't you? To recognize your greatness? To think of you as you deserved - as if you were a man?... Don't you suppose I know how much I've betrayed? The only bright encounter of my life - the only person I respected - the best business man I know - my ally - my partner in a desperate battle... The lowest of all desires - as my answer to the highest I've met... Do you know what I am? I thought of it, because it should have been unthinkable. For that degrading need, which would never touch you, I have never wanted anyone but you... I hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until I saw you for the first time. I had thought : Not I, I couldn't be broken by it... Since then... For two years... With not a moments respite... Do you know what it's like, to want it? Would you wish to hear what I thought when I looked at you... When I lay awake at night... When I hear your voice over a telephone wire... When I worked, but could not drive it away?... To bring you down to things you cant conceive - and to know that it's I who have done it. To reduce you to a body, to teach you an animal's pleasure, to see you need it, to see you asking me for it, to see your wonderful spirit dependent on the upon the obscenity of your need. To watch you as you are, as you face the world with your clean, proud strength - then to see you, in my bed, submitting to any infamous whim I may devise, to any act which I'll preform for the sole purpose of watching your dishonor and to which you'll submit for the sake of an unspeakable sensation... I want you - and may I be damned for it!

Ayn Rand
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What is so often said about the solders of the 20th century is that they fought to make us free. Which is a wonderful sentiment and one witch should evoke tremendous gratitude if in fact there was a shred of truth in that statement but, it's not true. It's not even close to true in fact it's the opposite of truth. There's this myth around that people believe that the way to honor deaths of so many of millions of people; that the way to honor is to say that we achieved some tangible, positive, good, out of their death's. That's how we are supposed to honor their deaths. We can try and rescue some positive and forward momentum of human progress, of human virtue from these hundreds of millions of death's but we don't do it by pretending that they'd died to set us free because we are less free; far less free now then we were before these slaughters began. These people did not die to set us free. They did not die fighting any enemy other than the ones that the previous deaths created. The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their proper names. Solders are paid killers, and I say this with a great degree of sympathy to young men and women who are suckered into a life of evil through propaganda and the labeling of heroic to a man in costume who kills for money and the life of honor is accepting ordered killings for money, prestige, and pensions. We create the possibility of moral choice by communicating truth about ethics to people. That to me is where real heroism and real respect for the dead lies. Real respect for the dead lies in exhuming the corpses and hearing what they would say if they could speak out; and they would say: If any ask us why we died tell it's because our fathers lied, tell them it's because we were told that charging up a hill and slaughtering our fellow man was heroic, noble, and honorable. But these hundreds of millions of ghosts encircled the world in agony, remorse will not be released from our collective unconscious until we lay the truth of their murders on the table and look at the horror that is the lie; that murder for money can be moral, that murder for prestige can be moral. These poor young men and woman propagandized into an undead ethical status lied to about what is noble, virtuous, courageous, honorable, decent, and good to the point that they're rolling hand grenades into children's rooms and the illusion that, that is going to make the world a better place. We have to stare this in the face if we want to remember why these people died. They did not die to set us free. They did not die to make the world a better place. They died because we are ruled by sociopaths. The only thing that can create a better world is the truth is the virtue is the honor and courage of standing up to the genocidal lies of mankind and calling them lies and ultimate corruptions. The trauma and horrors of this century of staggering bloodshed of the brief respite of the 19th century. This addiction to blood and the idea that if we pour more bodies into the hole of the mass graves of the 20th century, if we pour more bodies and more blood we can build some sort of cathedral to a better place but it doesn't happen. We can throw as many young men and woman as we want into this pit of slaughter and it will never be full. It will never do anything other than sink and recede further into the depths of hell. We can't build a better world on bodies. We can't build peace on blood. If we don't look back and see the army of the dead of the 20th century calling out for us to see that they died to enslave us. That whenever there was a war the government grew and grew. We are so addicted to this lie. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue. It drowns us, drowns our children, our future, and the world. When we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death; we follow it.

Stefan Molyneux
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