But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
E. M. FORSTERThe other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, “Let go-it’s my onion,” and as soon as she said, “my onion,” the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.
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The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
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Money pads the edges of things.
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I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I’d like to be.
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We move between two darknesses.
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Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.
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It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons.
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But it struck him that people are not really dead until they are felt to be dead. As long as there is some misunderstanding about them, they possess a sort of immortality.
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I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.
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For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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