Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Once you can't see through a microscope, believe me there no other scope left to tie up the rope

"How can so much beauty radiate from one person's face?", I thought to myself as she gazed into my eyes.

But the eternal is not a thing which can be had regardless of the way in which it is acquired; no, the eternal is not really a thing, but is the way in which it is acquired.

Written By Søren Kierkegaard

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