What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
E. M. FORSTERYou confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.
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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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We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
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I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.
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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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The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.
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Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown
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Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “…There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.
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It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.
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Unless we remember we cannot understand.
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But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.
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The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.
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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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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
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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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When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
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