This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings.
CARSON MCCULLERSThrough the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
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The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
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I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss.
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Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
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She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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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 lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
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Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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