Elena Ferrante Quotes
While Otto ran here and there, carefully choosing places to urinate, I felt over every inch of my body the scratches of sexual abandonment, the danger of drowning in scorn for myself and nostalgia for him. I got up and went back along the path; I whistled again, and waited for Otto to return.
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Rich countries have been sending aid to poor countries for the last 60 years. And, by and large, this has failed.
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There are three successive states of morality answering to the three principal stages of human life; the personal, the domestic, and the social stage.
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There is, unfortunately, too large a number of people who are just outright bigots in America. They're nowhere near a majority. They're a small number. But there are people who are in the Alt-Right who are just straight up bigots.
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The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.
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Wealth per se I never too much valued, and my acquaintance with its possessors has by no means increased my veneration for it.
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There has never been but one question in all civilization-how to keep a few men from saying to many men: You work and earn bread and we will eat it.
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You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
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I've been working with Pat Robertson on Africa debt-relief, and we disagree on virtually everything except certain very specific, inalienable rights, and the truth is that morality and patriotism come in all shapes and sizes.
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The inner world: those spiritual apartments to which we are reluctant to admit strangers.
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If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.
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Travel's the great educator, especially for the girls. You can't put a value on it.
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Politeness is sometimes a great tax upon sincerity.
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I don't do nostalgia. It just doesn't occur to me. I'm living in the moment, and I don't have that gene.
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Nostalgia is heroin for old people.
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While Otto ran here and there, carefully choosing places to urinate, I felt over every inch of my body the scratches of sexual abandonment, the danger of drowning in scorn for myself and nostalgia for him. I got up and went back along the path; I whistled again, and waited for Otto to return.
