The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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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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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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Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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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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We live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.
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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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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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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
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Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
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