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[Her] greatest fear, which was so huge and so black that it was of phobic proportions, was that people would laugh at her feelings.

An introverted person obviously affected by her past. Lived alone, had no sex life, had difficulty getting close to people. Kept her distance, and when she let loose there was no restraint. She chose a stranger for a lover.

There's always someone willing to believe malicious rumours.

It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.

Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

Be patient, hand," he said. "I do this for you.

It is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them.

I don't want to change anything, because I don't know how to deal with change.

If you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better.

I'm an old, superstitious Arab, and I believe in our proverbs. There's one that says, 'Everything that happens once can never happen again. But anything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

People would be surprised if they knew how much in this world was due to prayers.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.

I was rather literary in college—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the 'Yale News.'—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the 'well-rounded man.' This isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you.Run when you will, the story shall be changed:Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hindMakes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?Scorn and derision never come in tears:Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,In their nativity all truth appears.How can these things in me seem scorn to you,Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

I found myself within a forest dark,