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.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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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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I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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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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The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
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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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Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
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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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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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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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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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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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