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Now they were inclined to only creep instead of fly, and smile instead of laugh.
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I didn't know how I felt, except confused and bewildered, and very, very young. And the world all about us was wise, and old, so old.
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of what value was the past when the present was so thrilling, and pleasing
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Come and greet me with kisses if you love me.
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With everything you gained, you had to lose something - so I might as well as get used to it, and make the best of it.
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When you grow up, and have a million adult things to do, you forget how long a day can be for a child
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To love anything once extremely well made you vulnerable to another love attack.
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Fed, clothed, and housed? Is that all you want out of life? There's a world of glamour and pleasure beyond the walls of this museum. Go after it. If you don't, I will. Arden, look at me. I'm twenty-five, one year younger than you are. Life moves so swiftly. Soon we'll both be thirty. It's now or never. What good does lots of money do when you're too old to enjoy it? What good are beautiful clothes and expensive jewelery when your figure is ..
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Behind that I would shield myself, and I'd tell him to go away. "Don't," he said when I had the dress in my hands.
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You really think I'm pretty enough for a man to love?" "You're more than pretty enough." He sounded embarrassed. "Chris, remember when Momma told us that it was money that made the world go around and not love? Well, I think she's wrong." "Yeah? Give that a bit more thought. Why can't you have both?" I gave it thought. Plenty of thought. I lay and stared up at the ceiling that was my dancing floor, and I mulled life and love over and over. ..
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I stayed to spy on them. I heard my mother moaning, and crying out for Chris. Then she surprised me. "Momma, where has Momma gone, Chris? It's been so long since she visited us, months, months, and the twins don't grow."
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I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn't want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.
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There's a garden in the sky, waiting there for me. It's a garden that Chris and I imagined years ago, while we lay on a hard black slate roof and stared up at the sun and the stars. He's up there, whispering in the winds to tell me that's where the purple grass grows. They're all up there waiting for me. So, forgive me for being tired, too tired to stay. I have lived long enough, and can say my life was full of happiness as well as sadness...
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Cruelty comes in many forms -- ignorance is one of them.
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How I wished I could someday walk with a man like that--a man like Malcolm. But it was not to be. It seemed God was deaf to my hopes and prayers for love. I sighed. As I turned back to my book, I realized all I could know of love and life would be from books.
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Good-bye to lonely nights. Good-bye to this world of fantasy and dreams. Good-bye to my father's face of pity and to my own forlorn look in the mirror.
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His blue eyes gazed down into mine. Eyes so much alike. I loved him as I loved the better side of myself, the brighter, happier side. "Cathy," he whispered, stroking my back, his eyes bright, "if you feel like crying, go ahead, I'll understand. Cry enough for me too. I was hoping, praying that Momma would come and somehow give us a reasonable explanation for doing what she did." "A reasonable excuse for murder?" I asked bitterly. "How could..
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Cathy--look at me! Don't turn your head and pretend you don't know what I'm doing, what I'm saying! Look and see the torment you've put me in! How can I find anyone else, when you've been bred into my bones--and are part of my flesh? Your blood runs fast when mine does! Your eyes burn when mine do--don't deny it!
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I was fourteen years old--and that is an age when a girl just begins to feel her power over men. And I knew I was what most boys and men considered beautiful, and I guess, in a way, I was ripe for love.
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Las personas somos como diminutas semillas, nutridas por el amor, la amistad y los cuidados. Si se les dedica el tiempo y la atencion suficientes, incluso una vieja planta raquitica, abandonada en un patio arido, florecera cuando menos se espere.
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Around two in the afternoon, the telephone in my room rang. I'd just laid down to rest. It was Chris. "Darling, I can't stop worrying about what might happen. I think your fears are getting to me. Have patience. I'll be seeing you in an hour. Are you all right?" "Why wouldn't I be all right?"
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Nobody ever does anything for anyone else unless it gives them even more.
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sonriendo
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there are some mothers you just can't love, for they don't want you to love them.
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