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Time does not dispose of a question - it only presents it anew in a different guise.
Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.
The central government possesses no plan of finding the way out of this blind alley.
The German Reich is a Republic, and whoever doesn't believe it gets one in the neck.
Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.
Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.
Suffering is nothing. It's all a matter of preventing those you love from suffering.
That's what the cat said to the canary when he swallowed him - 'You'll be all right.
a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.
You can only make art that talks to the masses when you have nothing to say to them.
Critics, how I would love if you could clear the word 'sentimental' from your minds.
I do know that the best way to make a mediocre movie is to just transcribe the book.
What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?
What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.
Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.
And as it turns out, if one person is praying for you, buckle up. Things can happen.
Raising a child, whether or not it is yours, is like Nautilus of the heart and soul.
Just because we're related doesn't mean we are any good at understanding each other.
And she thought what a clean, simple life she would have led if it weren't for love.
I've always enjoyed studying the small clues that indicate a particular class level.
The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace
When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven
Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.
If you are able to explain suffering, a man once told him, you weren't really there.
Tell your story. That's the secret of immortality. The one true way to live forever.
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
History is sinking and only a very few seem dimly aware that things are getting bad.
The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.
You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down.
When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love them.
It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies.
When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.
We do not see into men’s hearts. We cannot judge, and are indeed forbidden to judge.
There seems to be hardly any one among my acquaintance from whom I have not learned.
Where I come from, they don't think much of men who are bossed about by their wives.
Without sin, the universe is a Solemn Game: and there is no good game without rules.
Be good, sweet maid, and don't forget that this involves being as clever as you can.
I don't consider my work a job. I consider it a career. And you don't quit a career.
You know what they say: A woman needs a man about as much as a fish needs a bicycle.
The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
Everything in life has a place, and when one thing moves, it must go somewhere else.
The smallest number, with God and truth on their side, are weightier than thousands.
I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
People create stories create people; or rather stories create people create stories.
There was a saying in Umuofia that as a man danced so the drums were beaten for him.
That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant.
[Would] a sensible man spit out the juicy morsel that good fortune put in his mouth?
I never wanted to marry anyone like my father; I always preferred those more shoddy.