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How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!
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It was unwise to plan too carefully. It took only one great failure to learn that lesson.
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All is pattern, all life, but we can't always see the pattern when we're part of it.
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... wore sorrow and anger like a worn-out coat and would not throw it away.
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Such moods do not last unless the possessor of them is prepared to wither away, and Eve was not about to let herself wither.
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Separate from the other unnamed billions who walk the earth, each of these little groups of three or five or twelve, brought together by the shuffle of chance, then welded by blood, sees in itself the whole of earth, or all that matters of it. What happens to one of the three or five or twelve will happen to them all. Whatever grief or triumph may touch any one will touch every one, as they are carried forward into the unknowable under the brilliant, terrifying sun which nourishes all.
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Oh, lovely Europe, your flowers and your wine, your bread, your music.
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In that childhood room for whose warmth and safety we search all the rest of our lives and never find again.
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We affect the future of those who come after us almost as much as we affect our own.
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Danger hides in beauty and beauty in danger.
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A little damage could only be an improvement.
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I stand and listen to people speaking french in the stores and in the street. It's such a pert, crisp language, elegant as ruffling taffeta.