O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
JAMES JOYCEBetter pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
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All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.
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Fall if you will, but rise you must.
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His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
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Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
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All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.
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Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Love loves to love love.
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I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
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What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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