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It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

Reader, I married him.

What hath night to do with sleep?

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.

I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

There is always something left to love.

And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I'd probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.

Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. (Death)

Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.

You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.

I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh.