We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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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.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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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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There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.
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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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Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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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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As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
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Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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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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Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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