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Historical fact: people stopped being human in 1913.
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Dezdemonanak fogalma sem volt rola, mi tortenik vele. O meg nem ugy kepzelte el sajat benso enjet, mint egy hatalmas komputert, ahol minden egyesek es nullak vegtelen lancolatabol es esetleg egy-egy olalkodo virusbol all. Mi, mai emberek, mar tisztaban vagyunk azzal, hogy sajat genetikai terkepunket mindenhova magunkkal hurcoljuk. Akkor is a sorsunk diktatumanak engedelmeskedunk, amikor az utcasarkon ogyelgunk. Ez rajzolja ugyanazokat a ran..
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But maybe the Charm Bracelets understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed in books, and so didn't waste their time with them. Whereas I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a jar.
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Neha eszre se vesszuk, ami majd kiboki a szemunket.
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I was already well acquainted with the splendors of her mouth. Smoking is good for that. You get a full display of the puckering, and the sucking. The tongue often makes an appearance, licking from the lips any stickiness imparted by the filter. Sometimes bits of paper adhere to the bottom lip and the smoker, pulling them away, reveals the candied lower teeth against the pulpy gums. And if the smoker is a blower of smoke rings, you get to s..
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Ugye, megmondtam, hogy a jo szerencsere mindig banat jon!
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En vagyok a pont egy osszetett mondat vegen, amely mondat hosszu-hosszu evekkel ezelott, egy masik nyelven kezdodott, es amelyet az elejetol kell olvasni, hogy erteni lehessen a veget - azt, amikor megerkeztem en.
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androgynous
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Corpul ii era ca o tulpina, sustinand laleaua creierului sau.
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Continuu sa cred ca aceste semne negre facute pe hartia alba poarta cea mai adanca semnificatie, ca daca o tin tot asa cu scrisul, as putea reusi sa prind curcubeul constiintei intr-un borcan.
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Avea cate un citat pentru fiecare lucru care i se intampla si in felul acesta evada din viata reala.
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The gates were doing something to him already, because as he raised his hand to wave back at his parents, Mitchell felt ten years old again, tearing up, choked with feeling for these two human beings who, like figures from myth, had possessed the ability throughout his life to blend into the background, to turn to stone or wood, only to come alive again, at key moments like this, to witness his hero's journey. Lillian
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I just want to make scary movies," Jerome replied. "With occasional nudity."
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Did I see through the male tricks because I was destined to scheme that way myself? Or do girls see through the tricks, too, and just pretend not to notice?
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Antes era possivel, em geral, dizer a nacionalidade da pessoa pela cara. A imigracao acabou com isso. Depois ainda dava para descobrir a nacionalidade pelos sapatos. A globalizacao acabou com isso.
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Pais supostamente legam caracteristicas fisicas aos filhos, mas acredito que todo tipo de outras coisas tambem: temas, cenarios, ate mesmo destinos.
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A mente se autoedita. A mente se da retoques. Habitar um corpo e diferente de estar fora dele. De fora, a gente pode olhar, inspecionar, comparar.
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As mulheres sabem o que significa ter um corpo. Compreendem suas dificuldades e fragilidades, suas glorias e seus prazeres. Os homens tratam o corpo como coisa so sua. Cuidam dele privadamente, mesmo quando estao em publico.
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All of a sudden America wasn't about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, instead of everything that had happened since.
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How long could we remain true to the girls? How long could we keep their memory pure? As it was, we didn't know them any longer, and their new habits--of opening a window, for instance, to throw out a wadded paper towel--made us wonder if we had ever really known them, or if our vigilance had been only the fingerprinting of phantoms.
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It had to do with Leonard. With how she felt about him and how she couldn't tell anyone. With how much she liked him and how little she knew about him. With how desperately she wanted to see him and how hard it was to do so.
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The Lisbon girls were thirteen (Cecelia), and fourteen (Lux), and fifteen (Bonnie), and sixteen (Mary), and seventeen (Therese).
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Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.
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I would handle the deep intellectual matters, like vibrators; she would handle the social sphere.
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He felt as if he were being violently emptied out, as if a big magnet were pulling his blood and fluids down into the earth. He was weeping again, unstoppably, his head like the chandelier in his grandparents' house in Buffalo, the one that was too high for them to reach and that every time he visited had one fewer bulb alight. His head was an old chandelier, going dark.
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English was what people who didn't know what to major in majored in.
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Let's just say that during my travels I've become acquainted with interior states that collapse the distance between people. Sometimes, despite how far apart we are physically, I have drawn very close to you, right up into your innermost chamber. I can feel what you're feeling. From here.
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Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling."
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I remember the first time we took off our clothes in front of each other. It was like unwinding bandages. I was as much of a man as Olivia could bear at that point. I was her starter kit.
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Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortali..
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Like the Sun Belt or the Bible Belt, there exists, on this multifarious earth of ours, a Hair Belt.
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I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the e..
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le monde est emotion a l'etat pur, allant et venant entre ses creatures.
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Downstairs, entertaining company, Desdemona heard her son's clarinet and, as if orchestrating a harmony, let out a long sigh. For the last forty-five minutes Gus and Georgia Vasilakis and their daughter Gaia had been sitting in the living room. It was Sunday afternoon. On the coffee table a dish of rose jelly reflected light from the sparkling glasses of wine the adults were drinking. Gaia nursed a glass of lukewarm Vernor's ginger ale. An ..
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We were reckless with the implications
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My mind was curiously blank. It was the blankness of obedience. With the unerring instinct of children, I had surmised what my parents wanted from me. They wanted me to stay the way I was. [434]
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parenthood
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Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortali..
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We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.
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The great epics sang of war, the novel of marriage.
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Luce put his hand on the small of my back. Men have an annoying way of doing that. They touch your back as though there's a handle there, and direct you where they want you to go. Or they place their hand on your head, paternally. Men and their hands.
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In the first few days after the funeral, our interest in the Lisbon girls only increased. Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.
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Who else did they have to turn to? Not their parents. Nor the neighborhood. Inside their house they were prisoners; outside, lepers. And so they hid from the world, waiting for someone--for us--to save them.
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Still point of the turning world.
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy."
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