Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThat is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
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Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.
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I want to tell you about your heart— you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
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You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
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For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
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You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
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You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
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Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
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It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.
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I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
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To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.
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Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
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You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.
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So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
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