To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
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To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
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At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
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I want to tell you about your heart— you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
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One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.
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Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.
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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
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Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged–the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
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