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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 McCullers

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As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As Homesick Known never Often Place
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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All Around Bust Day Enough Excitement Loose Lost Peace Ruin Some Something Traipse Work
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
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Flower Most Poverty Precious Resentment
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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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
What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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After Come Hour Illumination Keep Phenomena Ready Search Soul Source Yet
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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Homesick Known Most never Place
The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
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Been Just Long Time Trouble
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
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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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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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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Being Curt Deep Intolerable Love Many Secret State Truth
All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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All Around Can Do Tell Truth
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
All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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