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<option>The Sky is dark, the wind is cold, the night is young before it's old and grey. We will know the thrill of it all.|Bryan Freey</option> | <option>The Sky is dark, the wind is cold, the night is young before it's old and grey. We will know the thrill of it all.|Bryan Freey</option> | ||
<option><small>Some say the world will end in fire,<br/>Some say in ice.<br/>From what I’ve tasted of desire<br/>I hold with those who favor fire.<br/>But if it had to perish twice,<br/>I think I know enough of hate<br/>To say that for destruction ice<br/>Is also great<br/>And would suffice.</small>|Robert Frost</option> | <option><small>Some say the world will end in fire,<br/>Some say in ice.<br/>From what I’ve tasted of desire<br/>I hold with those who favor fire.<br/>But if it had to perish twice,<br/>I think I know enough of hate<br/>To say that for destruction ice<br/>Is also great<br/>And would suffice.</small>|Robert Frost</option> | ||
<Option>Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving up something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. This is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.|Fullmetal Alchemist</option> | |||
<option>The night is dark and full of terrors... but the fire burns them all away.|Game of Thrones</option> | <option>The night is dark and full of terrors... but the fire burns them all away.|Game of Thrones</option> | ||
<option>A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.|Mahatma Gandhi</option> | <option>A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.|Mahatma Gandhi</option> | ||
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| “ | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |
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| — Thomas S. Elliot | ||
