Though they go mad, they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again, Though lovers be lost, Love shall not. And Death Shall Have No Dominion.
Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)
Contributed by: Zaady
Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
An alcoholic is someone who you do not like who drinks as much as you do.
I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record. . . .
Source: Last Words
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever.
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