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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.

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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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Kill Soul
The human being is a most curious creature. He thinks he has got one soul, and he has got dozens.
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Human Oneself Philosophy Soul Thinking
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
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Accomplishment History Hold Leaving Life Myself Oneself Reality
Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.
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Deep Relationship Silence Word
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
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Born Children Hope
They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.
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Herself Himself Love Togetherness
Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.
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Feeling Fight Laughter Life Love Satisfaction
If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.
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Herself Woman
And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place – even the butterfly.
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Animal Creation Flower Nature
Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.
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World Yourself
Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.
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Life One Liner Ourselves Save
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us.
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Evil Passionate Worst
For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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God Myself Praise Word
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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Animal Death Feeling Myself See Wild
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
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Myself Sorry Wild
I love trying things and discovering how I hate them.
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Discover Hate Love Myself
What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.
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Art Breathe Life Oneself
Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement.
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Book Herself Kind People Reading
Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.
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Age Feeling Ourselves Reality
As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction
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Deep Destruction Divine
You’re always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them–
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Flower Love Yourself
Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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Body Fear Mindset Resistance
Recklessness is almost a man’s revenge on his woman.
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Man Revenge Woman
Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years.
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Hands Life Man Touch Transformation Weakness
She thought she loved, she thought she was full of love.
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Herself Love
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.
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Feeling Goodness Myself Writing
A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board
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Love Luxury Man Poor Satisfaction Woman

If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.

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