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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.

Carson McCullers

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Anguish Heart Human Hunter Lonely More Search Southern
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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After Belong Come Establishment Found Identity Imperative Larger Lose never Sense Separateness Something
They are the we of me.
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Me They We
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
I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? …They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax.
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Fall First Love Meditate Men Realize Reason Start With Women Wrong
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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Bad Blankness Could Even Few Her Hut Last Must Left Note Remember She Symphony
The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
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Brave Cause Experience Lover Only Pain Possible Relation
To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!
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Another Arm Comfort Desperate Find Fire Hunger Hunter Last Light Lonely Neon Some
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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Endless Fluid Glimpse Human Humanity Illumination Passage Radiance Saw Struggle Swift Time Valor
Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
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Fel Different Maybe Thing Understanding Way Word Write
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
Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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Argument Existence Left Life Little Personal Vicariously
Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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God Me Search Write
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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Behind Dead Left Soul Truly
In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
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Broad Came Face Most Peace Seen Sorrowful Very Wise
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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Child Heart Nody Ordinary Peach Seed Shrink Swell Thing Until

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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