But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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This music was her-the real plain her…This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.
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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry.
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The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
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For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question “Who am I?” recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude.
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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
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Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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