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You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

Carson McCullers

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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Been Just Long Time Trouble
But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth?
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Being Free Given Human Life Pay Put Value Without Worth
All men are lonely. But sometimes it seems to me that we Americans are the loneliest of all. Our hunger for foreign places and new ways has been with us almost like a national disease. Our literature is stamped with a quality of longing and unrest, and our writers have been great wanderers.
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All Country Loneliest Lonely Men Seem Sometimes
A writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers are independent of the actual day around him.
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Around Create Discover Identity Live People Single Soon Weather Independent Writer
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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Being Card Declare Evening Human Library Manage Over Pass Suffer Table Thing
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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Chimera Delusion Equal Flat Itself Justice Measure Situation Yardstick
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.
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Country Dark Daytime Feel Herself Hot Night People Plan Sun Walk
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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Born Familiar Foreign Strange Urge
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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Cold Fall First Like Night Quiet Stillness
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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Afraid Go Made Minute See She Stand Suddenly These Thing Wonder World
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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Been Before Each never Other Thing Walk
The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.
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Bare Beloved Best Forever Hate Lover Reason Strip Try
I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
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Alone Meant Understand Without
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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Amidst Fragile Life Own Seem Support Wreckage Year
the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
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Loneliness Mar Need Way
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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Beginning Children Cruel Curious Delicate Group Heart Shape Small Twist World

You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

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You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

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