The world is certainty a sudden place.
CARSON MCCULLERSDoctors, 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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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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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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I’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
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There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.
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I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?
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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who – one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.
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His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?
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Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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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.
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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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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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