#books

For everything that exists I feel a visual affection, an intellectual fondness –

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Our stories are so fundamental to us that it’s easy to forget that we choose them.

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Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at

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We change bit by bit, day by day, habit by habit. We are continually undergoing microevolutions of the self. Each habit is

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You speak of energy. Energy rests upon love; and come as it will, there’s no forcing it.

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To have those feelings awakened was painful, but she still knew that they were the best part of her soul, and that part of

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And what was the use of counting by years, when he felt as young at heart as he had been twenty years ago?

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The spiritual differs from the religious in being able to endure isolation. The rank of a spiritual person is proportionate

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My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living.

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The trivialities natural to life, the insignificancies of the normal and vulgar, lie like a layer of dust, tracing a blurred,...

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The poet is, etymologically, the maker. Like all makers, he requires a stock of raw materials — in his case, experience.

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Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient; when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh,...

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I want to tell you, don’t marry suffering. Some people do. They get married to it, and sleep and eat together, just as

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You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes, and they are right too. You came out of an education

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For the aesthete, tragedies are interesting to observe, but uncomfortable to experience.

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It was not even a conversation but a kind of mystic intercourse, which every moment bound them closer and closer and created

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By shutting out the real world we can live peacefully in ours. We know that a world without pain is a world without feeling…

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In every betrayal dwells a self-betrayal.

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If I hear myself speaking out loud, the ears with which I hear myself speaking out loud do not listen to me in the same way

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Too much consistency is as bad for the mind as it is for the body. Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The

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There were no other eyes in the world like them.

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One must give value to their existence by behaving as if one’s very existence were a work of art.

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I loathe the happiness of all these people who don’t know they’re unhappy. Their true life is vegetative, their sufferings

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A grown child is a dangerous thing.

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