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Did anybody say anything about being flawless? Perfection is an absolutely different word, magnificently left hanging for the human being's kind benefit throughout the ages!
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In just a second, in just a second. You keep talking about ego. My God, it would take Christ himself to decide what's ego and what isn't. This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't. What about your beloved Epictetus? Or your beloved Emily Dickinson? You want your Emily, every time she has an urge to write a poem, to just sit down and say a prayer till her nasty, egotistical urge goes a..
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Espero que cuando me muera alguien tenga sentido comun suficiente como para tirarme al rio o algo asi. Cualquier cosa menos meterme en un maldito cementerio. Eso de que venga la gente los domingos a ponerte ramos de flores en el estomago y todo ese rollo. ?Quien quiere flores cuando ya se ha muerto? Nadie.
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my life itself couldn't very conceivably be less Zenful than it is, and what little I've been able to apprehend - I pick that verb with care - of the Zen experience has been a by-result of following my own rather natural path of extreme Zenlessness.
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She cried for fully five minutes. She cried without trying to suppress any of the noisier manifestations of grief and confusion, with all the convulsive throat sounds that a hysterical child makes when the breath is trying to get up through a partly closed epiglottis. And yet, when finally she stopped, she merely stopped, without the painful, knifelike intakes of breath that usually follow a violent outburst-inburst.
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I do say that educated and scholarly men, if they're brilliant and creative to begin with-which, unfortunately, is rarely the case-tend to leave infinitely more valuable records behind them than men do who are merely brilliant and creative. They tend to express themselves more clearly, and they usually have a passion for following their thoughts through to the end.
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So falou nisso de a Vida ser um jogo e assim. Sabe como e. - A Vida e um jogo, meu rapaz. A Vida e um jogo que se joga seguindo as regras. - Pois e, senhor professor. Eu sei que e. Eu sei. Um jogo, uma ova. Raio de jogo. Se calhamos do lado onde estao todos os craques, esta bem que e um jogo... Concordo que e. Mas se calhamos do outro lado, onde nao ha craques nenhuns, entao onde e que esta o jogo? Nada. Jogo coisa nenhuma.
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Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be a bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it. All you have to do to depress somebody is give them a lot of phony advice while you're looking for your initials in some can door- that's all you have to do. I don't know. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been all out of breath.
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o parvalhao reparou nela e aproximou-se para a cumprimentar. Haviam de ouvir a maneira como se cumprimentaram. Haviam de pensar que nao se viam ha vinte anos. Haviam de pensar que tomavam banho na mesma banheira ou coisa assim quando eram pequenos. Amigos do coracao. Era de vomitos. O mais engracado era que provavelmente se tinham encontrado uma unica vez, numa festa pirosa qualquer. Finalmente, quando deram por terminadas as lambuzadelas, ..
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On sul monikord koigest villand? On sul monikord hirm, et koik laheb kuradile, kui sa ise ei hakka vastu rabelema?
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There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady ... don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.
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I said I thought she had a very fine voice. She nodded. 'I know. I'm going to be a professional singer.'
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He stuck around till around dinnertime, talking about all the guys at Pencey that he hated their guts, and squeezing this big pimple on his chin. He didn't even use a handkerchief. I don't even think the bastard had a handkerchief, if you want to know the truth. I never saw him use one, anyway.
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Duyguluymus. Bittim. Bu Morrow denen herif ancak bir klozet kapagi kadar duygulu olabilirdi.
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lw knt `zf bynw 'w mmthlan wm shbh dhlk wr'yt hw'l lblh y`tqdwn 'nny ry'` lm 'Hbbt dhlk. lns dy'man ySfqwn ll'shy lty l qym@ lh. lw knt `zf bynw l`zft dkhl lkhzn@ ll`yn@ wGlqt bbh Ht~ l yrny Hd. ... lsbb Gyr mfhwm sh`rt blrth lh `ndm nth~ mn l`zf. l'nny l '`tqd 'nh whw y`zf ystTy` 'n ydrk mt~ yjyd wmt~ ysy lys dhlk GlTth wHdh bl hy 'yDan GlT@ hw'l lblh ldhyn ySfqwn bjnwn. bstT`@ hw'l 'n yshwhw 'y nsn dh tyHt lhm lfrS@.
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This is nobody's fault, swiftly be assured; being human beings with personal opinions and brains, we are respondent to any shreds of beauty we can get; I myself am hopelessly respondent to it!
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They're not," Franny said. "That's partly what's so awful. I mean they're not real poets. They're just people that write poems that get published and anthologized all over the place, but they're not poets."
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They sang without instrumental accompaniment--or, more accurately in their case, without any interference. Their voices were melodious and unsentimental, almost to the point where a somewhat more denominational man than myself might, without straining, have experienced levitation. A couple of the very youngest children dragged the tempo a trifle, but in a way that only the composer's mother could have found fault with.
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I never really knew anything about friendship before I was in the Army. Did you Vince?" "Not a thing. It's the best thing there is. Just About."
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war
friendship
salinger
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Jesus, life has its share of honorable thrills if one but keeps one's eyes open!
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Then, as though he had suddenly become exhausted-or, rather, depleted by the demands made on him by a world greedy for the fruit of his intellect-he began to massage the side of his face with the flat of his hand, removing, with unconscious crassness, a bit of sleep from one eye.
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zooey
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I thought you told me Jimmy Jimmereeeno was run over and killed." "What?" "You heard me," Eloise said. "Why are you sleeping way over here?" "Because," said Ramona. "Because why? Ramona, I don't feel like--" "Because I don't want to hurt Mickey." "Who?" "Mickey," said Ramona, rubbing her nose. "Mickey Mickeranno."
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The worst that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
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He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car. That killed me. I just see the big phony bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs.
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humor
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Just get sick sometime and go visit yourself, and you'll find out how tactless you are!
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I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it?
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how
till
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what
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it
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As you damned well know, we never change much in our hearts.
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Oh. . . . It's too long a story. I never bore people I haven't know for at least a thousand years.
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Think how practical, pleasant, and thrilling it would be if one could open one's mouth, from time to time, and something other than sheer, forward, unreliable opinion came out!
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Though we've talked and talked and talked, we've all agreed not to say a word.
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talking
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Men bore me; Women abhor me;
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society
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How in hell are you going to recognize a legitimate holy man when you see one if you don't even know a cup of concentrated chicken soup when it's right in front of your nose?
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What I think is, you're supposed to leave somebody alone if he's at least being interesting and he's getting all excited about something. I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.
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Vizh kakvo, sednesh li da pishesh, vinagi gledai da se seshchash, che predi da stanesh pisatel, d'lgo vreme si bil chitatel. Zapechatal vedn'zh tova v glavata si, siadash spokoino i se zapitvash kakva tvorba bi se kharesala nai-mnogo na B'di Glas kato chitatel, ako triabva da izbira po s'rtse. Sledvashchata st'pka, reshitelnata, e tolkova prosta, che chak ne e za viarvane. Siadash i bez da ti migne okoto, napisvash sam tvorbata. Dori ne pod..
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You give me a royal pain in the ass if you want to know the truth.
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Somewhat overly legibly, I wrote on a sheet of paper, "We're held up indefinitely by the parade. We're going to find a phone and have a cold drink somewhere. Will you join us?" I folded the paper once, then handed it to the Matron of Honor, who opened it, read it, and then handed it to the tiny old man. He read it, grinning, and then looked at me and wagged his head up and down several times vehemently. I thought for an instant that this wa..
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I'm profoundly attracted to classical Zen literature, I have the gall to lecture on it and the literature of Mahayana Buddhism one night a week at college, but my life itself couldn't very conceivably be less Zenful than it is, and what little I've been able to apprehend - I pick that verb with care - of the Zen experience has been a by-result of following my own rather natural path of extreme Zenlessness. Largely because Seymour himself li..
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Tozi den -- bog e svidetel na tova -- beshe zabelezhitelen ne samo s nai-neochakvani znameniia i polichbi, no i s shiroko izpolzvane na pismenata rech kato sredstvo za predavane na misli. Skachash v prep'lnena kola i eto che s'dbata po svoite nevedomi p'tishcha se pogrizhva u teb da se nameriat tefterche i moliv, v sluchai che niakoi ot sp'tnitsite ti se okazhe glukhoniam. Prom'kvash se v baniata i neshcho te nakarva da se ogledash nad mivk..
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Godini nared nie, sedemte detsa v nasheto semeistvo, razpolagashcho samo s edna bania, imakhme malko dosadniia, no polezen navik da si pishem belezhki s parchentsa sapun v'rkhu ogledaltseto na aptechkata. Obiknoveno tezi belezhki s'd'rzhakha izkliuchitelno strogi nastavleniia, a poniakoga -- i neskriti zaplakhi: ,,Bu Bu pribirai si keseto sled k'pane! Ne go zakhv'rliai na poda! Mnogo tseluvki. Siimor."; ,,Uolt, dnes e tvoi red da izvedesh F..
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Insan bazi seyleri tam hatirlayamiyor..... Hatirlayamayisimin nedeni; felaket uzgundum. Birseylere uzuluyorsam, tuvalete gitmem gerekse bile gitmem. Uzulmekten gidemem. Uzulmeyi birakip gidemem.
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Answer Professor Mandell's letter when you get a chance and the patience. Ask him not to send me any more poetry books. I already have enough for 1 year anyway. I am quite sick of it anyway. A man walks along the beach and unfortunately gets hit in the head by a cocoanut. His head unfortunately cracks open in two halves. Then his wife comes along the beach singing a song and sees the 2 halves and recognizes them and cries heart breakingly. ..
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Soon the Laughing Man has amassed the largest personal fortune in the world. Most of it he contributed anonymously to the monks of a local monastery- humble ascetics who had dedicated their lives to raising German police dogs.
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V'zproizvedokh tazi prikazka ne samo zashchoto vinagi s'm gotov da prepor'cham na roditelite i na po-golemite bratia na desetmesechni pelenacheta da im chetat za umiriavane khubava proza, no i po s'vsem druga prichina. Sega shche vi opisha edna svatba, koiato se s'stoia prez 1942 godina. Spored men tova e nap'lno zav'rshen razkaz -- s nachalo i krai, dori s predchuvstvie za sm'rt. No t'i kato sa mi izvestni po-natat'shnite fakti, chuvstvam ..
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The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing. A stranger with a flair for cocktail-party descriptive prose might have commented tha..
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