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Several times that day, the name or thought of Papa had come up. And each time, Francie had felt a flash of tenderness instead of the old stab of pain. "Am I forgetting him?" she thought. "In time to come, will it be hard to remember anything about him? I guess it's like Granma Mary Rommely says: 'With time, passes all.' The first year was hard because we could say last 'lection he voted. Last Thanksgiving he ate with us. But next year it will be two years ago that he...and as time passes it... Betty Smith
E. M. Forster quote: "You mean that a Frenchman could share with a friend and yet..."
You mean that a Frenchman could share with a friend and yet not go to prison? E. M. Forster
It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Ernest Hemingway
The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity; and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive. Friedrich Nietzsche
Rod McKuen quote: "Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were."
Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were. Rod McKuen
When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement. Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace. Albert Camus
Elizabeth was counting on Marco to keep cousin Mary occupied until after the board meeting was over. A piece of cheese might catch a mouse, but an afternoon alone with a muscular masseur would ensnare her cousin far more effectively. And afterwards, while Mary lay sated and sleeping upon a massage table, wiser heads could determine the company's future. There were times, Elizabeth thought, when success in business demanded utter ruthlessness. Barbara Taylor Bradford
Was it the Twilight of Magic? Perhaps. But only today's. Magic could never die while the sun had the power to rise again and man had the wish to seek. Hugh Lofting
John Cheever quote: "His life was not confined and the delight he took in this..."
His life was not confined and the delight he took in this observation could not be explained by its suggestion of escape. John Cheever
Do you know why General Jorge Rafael Videla of Argentina was eventually sentenced? Well, do you? Because he sold the children of the tortured rape victims who were held in his private prison. I could italicize every second word in that last sentence without making it any more heart-stopping. Christopher Hitchens
Lao Tzu quote: "If we could renounce our sageness and discard our wisdom, it..."
If we could renounce our sageness and discard our wisdom, it would be better for the people a hundredfold. Lao Tzu
How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' Because love does not do sums, I should have told him. Love makes choices, and then gives its all. Had he seen himself as I first saw him though, he could have had no questions. Tad Williams
Michael Chabon quote: "They weren't my family and it wasn't my holiday, but I was..."
They weren't my family and it wasn't my holiday, but I was orphaned and an atheist and I would take what I could get. Michael Chabon
He felt the need for something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced amorous gales every evening about this time. Virginia Woolf
I began playing with the cries, a little in the same way as I had played with the song, on, back, on, back, if that may be called playing. As long as I kept walking I didn’t hear them, because of the footsteps. But as soon as I halted again I heard them again, a little fainter each time, admittedly, but what does it matter, faint or loud, cry is cry, all that matters is that it should cease. For years I thought they would cease. Now I don’t think so any more. I could have done with other... Samuel Beckett

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