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A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

Carson McCullers

Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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Artificial Estrange Lonely Long Love More Natural Right Social Southern Spiritual System Think
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
Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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Applies Doctor Loathe Solely Word Yourself
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
Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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Country Death Game Great People Sleeve Trick
Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Frame Jail Jesus Live Today
Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
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Candy Color Crystal Ever Fellow Imagine Little Music Other Piece Saddest Soft Sometimes Thing Time
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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Child Country Live Man No Plenty Rich Spare Want Woman World
Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.
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Essential Fall Love Matter Stand Thing World
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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Answer Belong Each Feel Heart Identity Last Loneliness Master Own Question Spepatre Wander Way
The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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Acre Candle Child Clear Darkness Fix Illimainate Memory Night Scene Surround
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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Beat Enough Hurt Listen Rabbit Symphony Terrible Whole World
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
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
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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Agree Also Call Colour Green Same See Tree
I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Always Cat Climb Tree Wrong
We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
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Age Ask Cast Charitable Fear Go Haunt Honest Question Together
I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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Could Know Real Think Want
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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Church Done Him Jesus Look Made Thousand Two What Year
I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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Come Complete Follow Little Myself Piece Run
It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
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Been Before Each never Other Thing Walk
Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Flower Most Poverty Precious Resentment
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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Brilliant Comfortable Company Compare Complacent Country Duenna Neurotic People Person Sister
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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Bridge Lead Love Paradox Personal Sense
It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
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Broden Cause Cold Ecstasy Fright Heart Listen Music
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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Begin Come Flash Heart Hunter Illumination Lonely Long Phenomenon Ready Religious Search Soul Such Truth
Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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Alone Author Great Live Once Torture

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

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