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Better far this nameless void that stops my life than a sea of sorrow for you.
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Better far this nameless void that stops my life than a sea of sorrow for you.
Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?
No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul.
It is the pang of parting, the unloosing our grasp, the breaking asunder some strong tie, the leaving some cherished purpose unfulfilled, that creates the repugnance to go
Even in the same family the gap is not so great; the wound closes up sooner than we should expect.
The calculated killing of a human being by the State involves, by its very nature, a denial of the executed person's humanity.