Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLife 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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I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
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Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
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That 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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Life is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can’t be hurt ever any more. That’s the last and worst thing it does.
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Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others.
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Never confuse activity with action.
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You remind me of a smoked cigarette.
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Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
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There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
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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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Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
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It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
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A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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