I guess experience is just learning at first hand the things you knew all along anyway.
KATHLEEN WINSORthe end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions – and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.
More Kathleen Winsor Quotes
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there are only two ways to make a lot [of money] while you’re young: One is to entertain the public; and the other is to cheat it.
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It seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.
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The only genius that’s worth anything is the genius for hard work.
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She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride.
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Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.
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[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There’s only birth and death and the union of two people – and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.
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They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic.
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Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.
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Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.
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There’s one thing I’ve always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you’re doing.
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the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions – and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.
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I think Americans love success – but hate the people who have it.
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There’s an old press-agents’ slogan that’s good advice: Don’t read your publicity – weigh it.
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Now he was going–out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement–and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger.
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Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.
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