Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies
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Sport and death are the two great socializing factors in Ireland ...
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Ireland is a great country to die or be married in.
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Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.
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'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies runs with one, walks gravely with another turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame it wounds one, another it kills like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning for there is no force able to resist it.
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Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
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...the power-loving temperament is more dangerous when it either prefers or is forced to operate in what is materially a void. We have everyth...
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This, my first [bicycle] had an intrinsic beauty. And it opened for me an era of all but flying, which roads emptily crossing the airy, gold-g...
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It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so dreadful to some people that they hurry indoors and turn on the lights.
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The heart may think it knows better the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
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Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
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If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.
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Almost everybody wore a curious limpidity of expression, like newborn babies or souls just after death. Dazed but curiously dignified.... afte...
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The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
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Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.
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Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
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Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
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Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.
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Never to lie is to have no lock to your door, you are never wholly alone.
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Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
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Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
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Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.
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Intimacies between women go backwards, beginning with revelations and ending up in small talk without loss of esteem.
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It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
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No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
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Imagination of my kind is most caught, most fired, most worked upon by the unfamiliar: I have thriven ... on the changes and chances, the disl...
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I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.
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Education is not so important as people think.
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