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The problem with short quotes is that they are not an accurate representation of your …

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Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
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Bebe Kuhlet
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Raymond Chandler - Big Sleep
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell.

The Imitation Game - Violence
Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes... hollow.

Garrett Hongo - Volcano
All spring and summer, I'd been immune, unaware of the enmity of the crowd. I hadn't realized that, in society, humiliation is a force more powerful than love. Love does not exist in society, but only between two, or among a family.

Guillermo del Toro - El Laberinto del Fauno
Y se dice que la princesa descendió al reino de su padre... Y que ahí reinó con justicia y bondad por muchos siglos. Que fue amada por sus subditos... Y que dejo detras de si, pequeñas huellas de su paso por el mundo. Visibles solo para aquel que sepa donde mirar...

Garrett Hongo - Volcano
Separated societies police their own separations. I was hated one day, and with an intensity I could not have foreseen. I was lifted by my clothes, the hands of my schoolmates at the nape of my shirt collar and the back of the waistband of my trousers, and I was hurled against the scrawny trunk of a little jacaranda tree and beaten there, fists cracking against my arms as I tried to cover my face, booted feet flailing at my legs. I squirmed, crawled, cried out. And I wept.

Adapted by The Wachowski Sisters - V for Vendetta
You see? You cannot kill me. There is no flesh and blood beneath this mask to kill. Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.