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Walt Whitman quote: "Resist much."
Resist much. Walt Whitman
It's hard to get along with people. As much as you try to like them and accept them as individuals, it becomes difficult because they keep getting out of line and wasting your time. Henry Rollins
I tell students that suspense comes, not from knowing almost nothing, but from knowing almost everything and caring very much about the small part still unknown. Orson Scott Card
Barry Unsworth quote: "Those confiding their pain cannot know at the outset how much..."
Those confiding their pain cannot know at the outset how much they will be required to relive it. Barry Unsworth
It is pleasure that lurks in the practice of every one of your virtues. Man performs actions because they are good for him, and when they are good for other people as well they are thought virtuous: if he finds pleasure in helping others he is benevolent; if he finds pleasure in working for society he is public-spirited; but it is for your private pleasure that you give twopence to a beggar as much as it is for my private pleasure that I drink another whiskey and soda. I, less of a humbug... W. Somerset Maugham
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March. Robert Frost
Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay me in the grave most anytime. Not that I mind too much; I've done everything I ever wanted to do. But ... as you know, one would like to continue doing the good things over and over again, so long as there's pleasure in it. Edward Abbey
Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in. Nora Roberts
But he found that a traveller's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are for ever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he forsakes for other novelties. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Thus terminating the interview, during which both ladies had trembled very much, and been marvellously polite--certain indications that they were within an inch of a very desperate quarrel... Charles Dickens
A mountain is a strange and awful thing. In old times, without knowingso much of their strangeness and awfulness as we do, people were yetmore afraid of mountains. But then somehow they had not come to seehow beautiful they are as well as awful, and they hated them--and whatpeople hate they must fear. Now that we have learned to look at themwith admiration, perhaps we do not feel quite awe enough of them. Tome they are beautiful terrors. George MacDonald
I was the daughter of my father's wife. I spoke in a trembly voice. I became pale, ill, and more thin. I let myself become a wounded animal. I let the hunter come to me and turn me into a tiger ghost. I willingly gave up my chi , the spirit that caused me so much pain. Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit. Amy Tan
Don DeLillo quote: "It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of..."
It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams Don DeLillo
when I was a boy I used to dream of becomingthe village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself thehappy idiotable to get food easily... and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded. Charles Bukowski
. . . for those retired, with too much time and no world, a world must be found, and not necessarily one that is heavily populated. One can join a group or work alone; the essential . . . is that the work be difficult, concentrated, and that definite progress can be measured . . . the purpose . . . is. . . to maintain a carefully directed intensity. . . . Here the question is one of time, and to what all that remaining time should be devoted. [pp. 45-46] Carolyn Gold Heilbrun

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