Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won’t hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!
AGNES SMEDLEYBut here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant–one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.
More Agnes Smedley Quotes
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The subjects treated were technical Marxist theories.
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To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.
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I was ashamed of them and their ways of life. But now – yes, I love them; they are a part of my blood; they, with all their virtues and their faults, played a great part in forming my way of looking at life.
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There’s something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.
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So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital.
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I have always detested the belief that sex is the chief bond between man and woman.
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It was a technical Marxist subject and I did not understand it nor did I know what questions to ask.
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It is not a national question concerning India any longer; it is purely international.
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There are many men – such as those often to be found among the Indians – who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.
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She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
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Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.
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I forgot the songs they sung – and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue.
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Friendship is far more human.
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But here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant–one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.
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And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.
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