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The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.
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If there were nothing else, reading would--obviously--be worth living for.
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though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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friendship is something you do.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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Do the thing that's less passive. Do the active thing. There's more of the human in that.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness under every soft appearance.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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Lovers are allowed to be as cruel as anything to the one who dissappoints them.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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time is the third party to every relationship.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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Permanence, I once copied down from a magazine, is what we all want when we can love and can be loved; change is what we want when we cannot.
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But you know, there's one simple thing I see absolutely clearly, now that I am so very old. I looked at her. The Albert Einstein hairstyle, and the bright black eyes and the sharp nose. That pallor on her face. She put her small hand on mine. The world is , she said. All its little things. It is .
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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What makes a woman into a doormat? What makes her see some quite ordinary other person as a looming Goliath? And are not these relationships such an outrage to reality that they cannot last a lifetime?
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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But this upland pass was the right place for remembering how, when I was young, I learned to feel for the harshness underneath every soft appearance.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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I tried not to think about it. But every so often it would burst out of me - why did he do something so unkind? What had I done to deserve it? I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women. But there were all kinds of exceptions, and I'd have bet everything that man didn't hate me, woman.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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When I stay with the couple who are my closest friends, I hear them laughing and talking in bed, and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them goes down and makes tea, and when the clock goes off in the morning, they start again, talking to each other.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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A bugler sounded the Last Post. Heartbreak made audible.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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I did believe, from my experience of life and of looking at the world, that men hated women.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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In any case, I would prefer to read something I don't enjoy than do almost anything else. I like the act of reading itself. Following the line of something - not just the story but the rhythm, the tone, the feel of what has accumulated from before and what is beginning to impend...
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the hope of some regeneration, I would have dropped whatever I'd planned, just to go back to scratching around on his bed.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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The world is wonderful, she said. All its little things. It is wonderful.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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They're fathers second, Jimmy said. They're men first.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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Though it seemed trivial, now, to describe a place as if what is was, was what I could see of it.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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Did anyone ever hear of an intelligent fantasy?
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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States have no goodness. They suppress these villains here and promote those villains there, with no aim but self-aggrandizement.
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Nuala O'Faolain |
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What is not challenged from outside is open to corruption from within. -This is the infinite value of a dissenting voice: that where it is not allowed to flourish, an institution- a school or an orphanage or a government or a media consensus....begins to slide toward allowing its worst energies into play.
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