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Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.

Carson McCullers

I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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Come Complete Follow Little Myself Piece Run
For you see, when us people who know run into each other that’s an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That’s a bad thing. It’s happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.
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Each Other Event Almost Happen Know never People See
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
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
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
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
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Alone Do Fatal Man Most Stand Thing
I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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Always Essential Keen Less Loneliness Made People Create
Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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Artificial Estrange Lonely Long Love More Natural Right Social Southern Spiritual System Think
The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
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Child Heart Nody Ordinary Peach Seed Shrink Swell Thing Until
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
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Begin Come Flash Heart Hunter Illumination Lonely Long Phenomenon Ready Religious Search Soul Such Truth
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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Between Develop Idea Labor Seed Struggle Them Unconcious
I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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Could Know Real Think Want
A fellow can’t live without giving his passive acceptance to meanness. Somebody wears his tail to a frazzle for every mouthful we eat and every stitch we wear-and nobody seems to know. Everybody is blind, dumb, and blunt-headed-stupid and mean.
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Blind Dump Everybody Fellow Frazzle Meanness Mouthful Passive Stupid Wear
If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.
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Around Feel Much Nothing Seem Sweat Thing Time Value Tried Work
Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
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Chair Diddling Doctor Dreadful God Hand Look Stretch Table Thing Undress Wash Window
I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Always Cat Climb Tree Wrong

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