The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
CARSON MCCULLERSIn his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
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Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.
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It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
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We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
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The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
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Next to music beer was best.
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The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.
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A seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
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The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
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I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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