The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
E. M. FORSTERShe had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up.
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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.
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What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
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Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.
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To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
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It is easy to sympathize at a distance,’ said an old gentleman with a beard. ‘I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.
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Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.
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One of the evils of money is that it tempts us to look at it rather than at the things that it buys.
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Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?
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You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
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We move between two darknesses.
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I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.
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Adventures do occur, but not punctually.
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Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
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Money pads the edges of things.
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The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
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