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The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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3.0

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. 
Saltwater by Jessica Andrews

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3.0

I am so afraid of consuming, of taking, of whether or not I have the right to things. I want to expand and leave traces of myself. I want evidence that I am existing. 
The Dark Interval: Letters for the Grieving Heart by Rainer Maria Rilke

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3.0

There is death in life, and it astonishes me that we pretend to ignore this: death, whose unforgiving presence we experience with each change we survive because we must learn to die slowly. We must learn to die: That is all of life. To prepare gradually the masterpiece of a proud and supreme death, of a death where chance plays no part, of a well-made, beatific, and enthusiastic death of the kind the saints knew to shape. Of a long-ripened death that effaces its hateful name and is nothing but a gesture that returns those laws to the anonymous universe which have been recognized and rescued over the course of an intensely accomplished life. It is this idea of death which has developed inside of me since childhood from one painful experience to the next, and which compels me to humbly endure the small death, so that I may become worthy of the one which wants us to be great.
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

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3.0

These things cannot be measured by time, a year has no meaning, and ten years are nothing. To be an artist means: not to calculate and count; to grow and ripen like a tree which does not hurry the flow of its sap and stands at ease in the spring gales without fearing that no summer may follow. It will come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are simply there in their vast, quiet tranquillity, as if eternity lay before them. It is a lesson I learn every day amid hardships I am thankful for: patience is all!