Time is Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love, time is not.
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Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home, sweet home For there the heart can rest.
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Jag är bonddotter. Jag var van att kvinnorna födde tio-tolv barn och att hälften av dem dog. Folk dog, någon hamnade under traktorn, någon trillade i brunnen och någon fick lunginflammation. Med djuren var det så, att antingen skulle de jobba, eller så åt man upp dem. Och när de jobbat färdigt åt man upp dem i alla fall. Döden var inget konstigt där. Har man fått livet i gåva, så är priset att man måste lämna tillbaka det. Det var det väl ingen som inte visste?
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He always looked forward to the evening drives through the centre of Shanghai, this electric and lurid city, more exciting than any other in the world. As they reached the Bubbling Well Road he pressed his face to the windshield and gazed at the pavements lined with night-clubs and gambling dens, crowded with bar-girls and gangsters and rich beggars with their bodyguards. Crowds of gamblers pushed their way into the jai alai stadiums, blocking the traffic in the Bubbling Well Road. An armoured police van with two Thompson guns mounted in a steel turret above the driver swung in front of the Packard and cleared the pavement. A party of young Chinese women in sequinned dresses tripped over a child's coffin decked with paper flowers. Arms linked together, they lurched against the radiator grille of the Packard and swayed past Jim's window, slapping the windshield with their small hands and screaming obscenities. Nearby, along the windows of the Sun Sun department store in the Nanking Road, a party of young European jews were fighting in and out of the strolling crowds with a gang of older German boys in the swastika armbands of the Graf Zeppelin Club. Chased by the police sirens, they ran through the entrance of the Cathay Theatre, the world's largest cinema, where a crowd of Chinese shopgirls and typists, beggars and pickpockets spilled in the street to watch people arriving for the evening performance. As they stepped from their limousines the women steered their long skirts through the honour guard of fifty hunchbacks in mediaeval costume. Three months earlier, when his parents had taken Jim to the premiere of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, there had been two hundred hunchbacks, recruited by the management of the theatre from every back alley in Shanghai. As always, the spectacle outside the theatre for exceeded anything shown on its screen.
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I thank God for the honesty and virility of Jesus religion which makes us face the facts and calls us to take a man's part in the real battle of life.
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If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle.
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Surrealism will usher you into death, which is a secret society. It will glove your hand, burying therein the profound M with which the word Memory begins. Do not forget to make proper arrangements for your last will and testament: speaking personally, I ask that I be taken to the cemetery in a moving van. May my friends destroy every last copy of the printing of the Speech concerning the Modicum of Reality .
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The American mind, unlike the English, is not formed by books, but, as Carl Sandburg once said to me, by newspapers and the Bible.
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Self is the only prison that can bind the soul.
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Time is Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who grieve, Too short for those who rejoice, But for those who love Time is not.
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Happiness is inward and not outward and so it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are.
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Use the talents you posses, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best."
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It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to.... The feeling for the things themselves, for realit...
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Some succeed because they are destined to, but most succeed because they are determined to.
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Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, and to work, and to play, and to look up at the stars and sun.
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Wit is the only wall between us and the dark.
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Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life.
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Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.
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Use the talents you posses, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except the best.'
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Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.
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I wish you all the good and charm that life can offer. Think of me kindly, and rest assured that no one would more rejoice to hear of your happiness.
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Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, and to work, and to play and to look up at the stars.
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A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
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There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.
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Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.
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A friend is what the heart needs all the time.
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Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
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To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which shall really increase the happiness and welfare and virtue of mankind - this is a choice which is possible for all of us; and surely it is a good haven to sail for.
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The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometines as great as a month.
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Use what talent you possess the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
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