Separate Quotes
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Could you understand the meaning of light if there were no darkness to point the contrast? Day and night, life and death, love and hatred, since none of these things can have any being at all apart from the existence of the other, you can no more separate them than you can separate the two sides of a coin.
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Surely, if life is good, it is good throughout its substance; we cannot separate men's activities from women's and say, these are worthy of praise and these unworthy.
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Current organisms have a higher probability of sharing a single code if the common ancestry hypothesis is true than they'd have if the hypothesis of separate ancestry were true. That is, the simpler hypothesis has the higher likelihood in the technical sense of "likelihood" used in statistics.
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Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.
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A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.
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Devotion to the family and devotion to the Church are not different and separate things.
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The secret of marriage is: separate bedrooms and separate bathrooms.
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They’d also considered themselves distinct enough from the rest of the Blacks in the country to have met with Lincoln during the war in an effort to have themselves declared a separate class and thus eligible for the rights inherent in such a designation, but the effort had failed.
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She was suggesting that I separate also from my third child. She seemed to be saying: Imma would be better off and so would you. I replied: If Imma leaves me, too, my life will no longer have meaning. But she smiled: Where is it written that lives should have meaning?
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You've gotta separate yourself from the character. It's hard... so it can make its way into your everyday life.
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There can be no genuine happiness separate and apart from the home.
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I'm trying to be an activist, and I think of that as separate from my work as an artist. But it isn't.
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Death is by no means separate from life. . . . We all interact with death every day, tasting it as we might a wine, feeling its keen edge even in trifling losses and disappointments, holding it by the hand, as a dancer might a partner, in every separation.
