The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
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Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, […]
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.
Changing Genres by Dean Young
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portugese
There’s little in taking or giving,
There’s little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest’s for a clam in a shell,
So I’m thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?
Dorothy Parker