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“Two turtle doves will show thee
Where my cold ashes lie
And sadly murmuring tell thee
How in tears I did die”
― Nikolai Gogol

“...nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book...”
― Nickolai Gogol

“A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockcrow.”
― G. M. Trevelyan

“There are passions that it is not for man to choose.”
― Nikolai Gogol

“Deep down inside we always seek for our departed loved ones”
― Munia Khan

“We carry them with us... We breathe for them, sing for them soak up stories that they cannot hear. We think they would have loved this...

And we smile for them, on their behalf.”
― Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea

“A hairdresser talking with the Doctoresse about the bombing:
- "I'm not afraid of it. The dead are better off than we are."
- "But you don't know that."
- "Yes, I do. I'm sure of it because not a single one of them has ever returned.”
― Ernst J眉nger, A German Officer in Occupied Paris: The War Journals, 1941-1945

“From this height the sleeping city seems like a child's construction, a model which has refused to be constrained by imagination. The volcanic plug might be black Plasticine, the castle balanced solidly atop it a skewed rendition of crenellated building bricks. The orange street lamps are crumpled toffee-wrappers glued to lollipop sticks.”
― Ian Rankin

“In the old man's face there was nothing very special - save that the chin was so greatly projected that whenever he spoke he was forced to wipe it with a handkerchief to avoid dribbling.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“No sooner had the town dropped back than all sort of stuff and nonsense, as is usual with us, began scrawling itself along both sides of the road: tussocks, fir trees, low skimpy stands of young pines, charred trunks of old ones, wild heather, and similar gibberish.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“Dar 卯苍葲别濒别辫迟 este cel c膬ruia nu-i repugn膬 nici un caracter 葯i, 葲intuindu-l cu privirea scrut膬toare, ajunge s膬-l cunoasc膬 p芒n膬 la origine.”
― Nikolai Gogol

“I didn鈥檛 know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?”
― Jess C. Scott, Bedmates

“As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

“Music is the key for the dead soul and love is the key for the living soul”
― P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“The Soul-Hole
(Note: icons in TSH do not necessarily match with formal meanings, they are decorative. There are multiple interprets鈥搇ike the proverphorical layer cake. Enjoy the cuisine. Once dedicated to they who wish to stuff their pie holes on a diet of fattening sweet nothings).

The Soul鈥揌ole

It was a soul
It had a goal鈥�
(It had a notion鈥搕o fill its whole)
Its desire was鈥攖o fill its h飩乴e
It 鈥渄ug鈥� wholeheartedly its soul hole 5
To fill its soul and solely occupy the whole
It tried all things to feed its hole鈥�
All sort O鈥� wants stuffed it鈥搃ts black h鈼弆e
The more it 鉂� the more it famished鈥�
Ate its soul鈥攁ll the more ravished 10
It thought it best
Take More not less鈥�
Spaded it in鈥搕he meaningless
Every shovel made
Its h飩瀕e got deep twice laid鈥� 15
Struck it poor it did鈥搃ts dirt well paid

鈼穘e scoop forward tw鈼� depths deep
Length doubles t鈼掆棐鈥攊ts emptying s脴ul鈥搃t keeps
On the w(h)鈼巐e, it went whole hog,
To burrow its hole鈥搕his groundhog went agog鈥�
Furrowed it deep鈥攖o slop its fa莽ade

The more it strode to trench its hole鈥�
A thimbleful empty猕� no (front) end load
(鈥揚ssst! Its as if it got bit by a pire of soul鈥�
Yea, a soulpire sucked its swhoule dry鈥� 25
Leaving 2w枚 more empty holes)
It filled but missed
It labored in bliss
Found it it鈥攊t abyssed

In dread and fearh it stoked its hole 30
With joyous tear it looped its knot whole
Broke its soil with useless toil
All鈥搕o鈥搈ake it鈥攊t鈥揳ssoiled
Other: 鈥渄o it have a h 鈼� le in its 鈥ad?鈥�?
It needs to fill its head h鈱籰e鈥搇ike a hole in its head
(鈥擣ill 鈳� its h ”
― Douglas Laurent

“normalcy? an answer to a crossword puzzle question my body bears the strain of a suicide wannabe the look in my eye turns people away humanity frightens so easily that the words bubble to the top of the lobotomized”
― Scott C. Holstad, The Napalmed Soul

“I feel like my soul was used, pillaged, penatrated to the core.. .. Destroyed beyond recognition......I can nolonger identify carnage engulfed in flames inside. ... I knew you took my heart, because it was yours to have, you could have left my soul, it had no value to you....”
― Starr

“Thinking about death makes you feel dead.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“No greater force can kill what is already dead.”
― Udayakumar D.S., Fearless and Free: How One Man Changed my Life 莯 Self-help story on life, love and making a fresh start

“In general, we Russians do not make a good show at representative assemblies.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls

“In general. We Russians do not make a good show at representative assemblies.”
― Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls