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And yes, he had more dignity than I did then and I felt small, mean. Always sneering at him, jabbing him, hating him and showing it. It was funny, we sat in silence facing each other and I had a feeling I've had once or twice before, of the most peculiar closeness to him - not love or attraction or sympathy in any way. But linked destiny. Like being shipwrecked on an island - a raft - together. In every way not wanting to be together. But t..
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Beware of the waiting room." He closed the door at once, as if he had rehearsed that moment. I opened it quickly, and leaned out to call after him, "The what?" He turned, but only to give a sharp wave, the Trafalgar Square crowd swallowed him up. I couldn't get the smile on his face out of my mind, it secreted an omission. Something he'd saved up, a mysterious last word. Waiting room. Waiting room. Waiting room. It went round in my head all..
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So that the smile was not so much an attitude to be taken to life as the nature of the cruelty of life, a cruelty we cannot even choose to avoid, since it is human existence.
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life
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Henry knew sin was a challenge to life; not an act of unreason, but an act of courage and determination.
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Bir zaman insanlar kendi hazlarini yaratabilecegine inaniyordu; simdi onlarin bedelini odemesi gerektigine inaniyor. Sanki cicekler artik tarlalarda ve bahcelerde degil de; sadece cicekci dukkanlarinda yetisiyormus gibi.
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The lifeless sea was ruffled here and there by a lost zephyr, by a stippling shoal of sardines, dark ash-blue lines that snaked, broad then narrow, in slow motion across the shimmering mirageous surface, as if the water was breeding corruption.
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Either you enlist under the kapetan, that murderer who knew only one word, but the only word, or you enlist under Anton. You watch and you despair. Or you despair and you watch. In the first case, you commit physical suicide; in the second, moral.
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It seemed sadistic, this last wasteland of days. It was as if Conchis, with Alison's connivance, proceeded by some outmoded Victorian dietetic morality--one couldn't have more jam, the sweetness of events, until one ate a lot more bread, the dry stodge of time.
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These question-boundaries ...are ours, not of reality. We are led to them, caged by them not only culturally and intellectually, but quite physically, by the restlessness of our eyes and their limited field and acuity of vision.
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Cel care creeaza nu-l poate iubi pe cel care critica. Exista o diferenta prea mare intre cele doua activitati. Una este nastere, cealalta chirurgie.
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what this instruction cannot give is the deepest benefit of any art, be it of making, or of knowing, or of experiencing: which is self-expression and self-discovery.
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We lack trust in the present, this moment, this actual seeing, because our culture tells us to trust only the reported back, the publicly framed, the edited, the thing set in the clearly artistic or the clearly scientific angle of perspective. One of the deepest lessons we have to learn is that nature, of its nature, resists this. It waits to be seen otherwise, in its individual presentness and from our individual presentness.
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Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing, I had managed to set the experience in a kind of present past, a having looked, even as I was temporally and physically still looking...It is not necessarily too little knowledge that causes ignorance; possessing too much, or wanting to gain too much, can produce the same result.
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I should like you also to reflect that its events could have taken place only in a world where man considers himself superior to woman. In what the Americans call "a man's world". That is, a world governed by brute force, humourless arrogance, illusory prestige and primeval stupidity.' He stared at the screen. 'Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them. In..
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Boredom, the numbing, annual predictability of life hung over the staff like a cloud. And it was real boredom, not my modish ennui. From it flowed cant, hypocrisy, and the impotent rage of the old who know they have failed and the young who suspect that they will fail. The senior masters stood like Gallows sermons; with some of them one had a sort of vertigo, a glimpse of the bottomless pit of human futility
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Love is the mystery between two people, not the identity. We were at the opposite poles of humanity. Lily was humanity bound to duty, unable to choose, suffering at the mercy of social ideals. Humanity both crucified and marching toward the cross. And I was free, I was Peter three times the renounce, determined to survive whatever the cost. I still see her face, her face staring, staring into the darkness as if she were trying to gaze herse..
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We shall never fully understand nature (or ourselves), and certainly never respect it, until we dissociate the wild from the notion of usability - however innocent and harmless the use. For it is the general uselessness of so much of nature that lies at the root of our ancient hostility and indifference to it.
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nature
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She would give herself violently, then yawn at the wrongest moment. She would spend all one day cleaning up the flat, cooking, ironing. Then, pass the next three or four Boheminanly on the floor in front of the fire, reading Lear, women's magazines, a detective story, Hemingway. Not all at the same time, but bits of all in the same afternoon. She liked doing things, and only then finding a reason for doing them.
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Vsestoronne podgotovlennyi k provalu, ia vstupil v bol'shuiu zhizn'.
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Jung deu um nome ao seu tipo de mulher. Um nome que nao ajuda muito. A doenca e bem pior do que o nome...
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Seven men inhabit the raft. The pessimist, for whom the good things of life are no more than lures to prolong suffering; the egocentric, whose motto is 'Carpe diem' - enjoy today - and who does his best to get the most comfortable part of the raft himself; the optimist, always scanning the horizon for the promised land; the observer, who finds it enough to write the logbook of the voyage and to note down the behaviour of the sea, the raft a..
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Kogda mashina svernula s nashei ulitsy, ia ostro oshchutil, chto spassia; i, pozhalui, stol' zhe ostrym bylo merzkoe osoznanie, chto ona liubila sil'nee, chem ia, a znachit, v kakom-to nevyrazimom smysle ia vyigral.
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mt`eli am drois ganmavlobashi ar vp`ik`robdi, rom seriozulad vapirebdi raimes. vic`i, rom es uc`naurad zhg'ers, magram namdvilad ase iqo. ch`emt`vis vimeorebdi, rom arasdros aset` rames ar gavaket`ebdi, rom es mxolod ch`ems carmosaxvashi xdeboda da carmosaxvashic` ar moxdeboda, rom ara p`uli da t`avisup`ali dro. ch`emi azrit`, bevri imat`gani, vinc` axla sheiz'leba t`avist`vis ucqinarad c`xovrobs, imaves gaaket`ebda, rac` me gavaket`e, p`ul..
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I had just written a letter to Alison, but already she seemed far away, not in distance, not in time, but in some dimension for which there is no name. Reality, perhaps.
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Kuskusuz, kendimizi oldugu gibi kabullenmek, daima ne olmamiz gerektiginin onune gecmelidir; iste bu yuzden, bu bir adim one gitmek demekti... John Fowles-The Magus (Buyucu)
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La urma urmei, ce era eu? Ce ma fortase conchis sa spun era foarte aproape de adevar: nu eram altceva decat suma numeroaselor mele esecuri. Jargonul freudian din timpul procesului ma facea sa zambesc, dar toata viata mea nu facusem decat sa transform viata in fictiune, refuzand sa privesc realitatea in fata. Ma comportasem intotdeauna ca si cand exista o a treia persoana care ma privea, ma asculta si imi punea nota buna sau rea pentru compo..
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davit,
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era un viso indimenticabile, un viso tragico. Sgorgava dolore con la stessa purezza, naturalezza e inarrestabilita con cui sgorga l'acqua da una sorgente nei boschi. Non c'era artificio in esso, ne ipocrisia, ne isterismo, ne maschera; soprattutto non c'era la minima traccia di pazzia. La pazzia era nel mare vuoto, nel vuoto orizzonte, [...]; come se la sorgente fosse stata naturale in se ma innaturale in quanto sgorgava da un deserto.
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Moris na moem meste skazal by, chto seks otlichaetsia ot drugikh udovol'stvii intensivnost'iu, no ne kachestvom. Chto eto lish' chast', prichem ne glavnaia, tekh chelovecheskikh otnoshenii, chto zovutsia liubov'iu. I chto glavnaia chast' - eto iskrennost', vystradannoe doverie serdtsa k serdtsu. Ili, esli ugodno, dushi k dushe. Chto fizicheskaia izmena - lish' sledstvie izmeny dukhovnoi. Ibo liudi, kotorye podarili drug drugu liubov', ne im..
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Ei bylo let tridtsat'. Prirozhdennaia staraia deva, do togo neprivlekatel'naia, chto v svoikh modnykh triapkakh i obil'nom makiiazhe vygliadit prosto zhalkoi, budto nezadachlivaia geisha.
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a cloud, it would
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Pered vykhodom ona nakladyvala na veki gustye teni, i, esli oni sochetalis' s obychnym dlia nee mrachnym vyrazheniem gub, pokhozhe bylo, chto ee pobili; i chem dol'she vy smotreli na nee, tem bol'she vam khotelos' samomu nanesti udar.
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Ona umolkla, i ia ne stal otvechat' na ee sarkazm. Nesmotria na vneshniuiu nezavisimost', ona ne mogla bez opory. Vsiu zhizn' stremilas' eto oprovergnut' - i tem samym podtverzhdala. Budto morskoi anemon - tron', i on prisosetsia k ruke.
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Ama Tanri dualari duymaz. O'nda duymak veya gormek veya acimak veya yardim etmek gibi insanliktan eser yoktur.
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There were even times I thought I would forget her. But forgetting's not something you do, it happens to you. Only it didn't happen to me.
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There are only two races on this planet -- the intelligent and the stupid.
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It must essentially remain a novel of adolescence written by a retarded adolescent.
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That's all. Just paint. That's my advice. Leave the clever talk to the poor sods who can't.
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The princess calls, but there is no one, now, to hear her.
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He liked to be popular and in place of charm had to dispense alcohol...
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All good science is art. And all good art is science.
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There was a bright wind, it was a Dufy day, all bustle, movement, animated colour..
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Hypotheses pinned me down, as Gulliver was pinned by the countless threads of the Lilliputians...
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So I strode down to the school like some vengence-brewing chieftain in an Icelandic saga...
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