I've never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.
I've never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.
Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..
The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.
You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.
Dessie's friends were good and loyal but they were human, and humans love to feel good and they hate to feel bad.
Let's get it over and the door closed shut on it! Let's close it like a book and go on reading! New chapter, new life.
Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.
The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside and out, he'd manage to hide a few little sins somewhere for his own discomfort. They're the last things we'll give up.
Don't you dare take the lazy way. It's too easy to excuse yourself because of your ancestry. Don't let me catch you doing it! Now -- look close at me so you will remember. Whatever you do, it will be you who do.
Liza had a finely developed sense of sin Idleness was a sin, and card playing, which was a kind of idleness to her. She was suspicious of fun whether it involved dancing or singing or even laughter. She felt that people having a good time were wide open to the devil. And this was a shame, for Samuel was a laughing man, but I guess Samuel was wide open to the devil. His wife protected him whenever she could.
Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.
Then the hard, dry Spaniards came exploring through, greedy and realistic, and their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels. They gathered mountains and valleys, rivers and whole horizons, the way a man might now gain tittle to building lots.
For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost- good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies anymore, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word.
Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.
Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards
Then there were harebells, tiny lanterns, cream white and almost sinful looking, and these were so rare and magical that a child, finding one, felt singled out and special all day long.
Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.
Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.
She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.
There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.
A man without words is a man without thought.
A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well--or ill?
Abra was ready ere I called her name. And though I called another, Abra came.
Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.
All great and precious things are lonely.
And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.
A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.
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