
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Twelfth Night ~ Shakespeare
--Viola, Act II, scene iv
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I want to die in my sleep like my Grandfather...not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
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I hear and I forget.
I see and I remember.
I do and I understand. (Confucius)
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I hear and I forget.
I see and I remember.
I do and I understand. (Confucius)
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