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karanveerkhullar · 8 months
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Every religion is a one-way relationship.
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karanveerkhullar · 8 months
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Apologies didn't exonerate the sinner; they only compelled graciousness from their recipient.
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karanveerkhullar · 8 months
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You’ve got to - to destroy the flesh before you can get at the soul sometimes.
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karanveerkhullar · 1 year
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I could feel my eyes like two strangers turning into dust…
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karanveerkhullar · 1 year
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I hope I step over the people who are dangerous like land mines.
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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Did angels come in the night with knives of silver glass to pluck out his squirming mortal heart and carry it away ? “Yes” I say . ‘ I will entreat God.’
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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I do not think it is to Hell nor Heaven we go, but nowhere- and nowhere is not so bad. I know because I have been there before.
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves.
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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A breakdown. It’s like watching yourself die. Well, not die. It’s like watching yourself become a ghost.
V.S Naipaul - In a Free State
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine that the snowflakes are wet kisses, caresses from a loving ghost.
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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Some people are condemned to failure. Whatever they do, no matter what direction they turn, the fires of hell are staring straight into the whites of their eyes.
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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One must never give in to defeatism. If one does, then one fails to look smart - and one misses the escape routes, the opportunities, and the bits of random good luck. They are often there, if one keeps one’s eyes peeled.
Alison Macleod - Tenderness
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karanveerkhullar · 2 years
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I might be fallen but I’m not cracked.
Alison Macleod - Tenderness
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karanveerkhullar · 3 years
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Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. It transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
Margaret Atwood
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karanveerkhullar · 3 years
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Those who care for me are few, and I’m disenchanted with everything, including love and glory.
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karanveerkhullar · 3 years
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And perhaps that was the great ill of the world, that those prone to evil were left untouched by guilt to a degree so vast that they might sleep through a storm, while better men, conscience- stained men, lay awake as though that very storm persisted unyieldingly in the furthest reaches of their soul.
The sweetness of Water - Nathan Harris
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karanveerkhullar · 3 years
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I wonder, do any of us grasp our effects on others, as we float through life in these bubbles, fuelled by our own desires?
Charlotte Levin
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