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Avem si unul si celalalt o natura neprietenoasa, taciturna, si nu dorim sa spunem ceva, afara doar daca ne asteptam sa fie un lucru care ar rasturna intreg salonul si ar putea fi trecut posteritatii cu toata stralucirea unui proverb.

Don’t ever kid yourself with too much dialectics.

When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyondmyself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.

Then it wasn't and she was, and now it is and she wasn't.

they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.

Jose Arcadio Buendia took his wife's words literally. He looked out the window and saw the barefoot children in the sunny garden and he had the impression that only at that instant had they begun to exist, conceived by Ursula's spell.

MY DEAR LIZZY,

If ever was such a misfortunate man, pa says.

But I'm ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it's false news, it must mean something.

I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may ask questions which I shall not choose to answer.

My flower is ephemeral," the little prince said to himself, "and she has only four thorns to defend herself against the world. And I have left her on my planet, all alone!

He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear. Cash

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. "What day of the month is it?" he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.   Alice considered a little, and then said "The fourth."   "Two days wrong!" sighed the Hatter.

Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

Did you ever feel, he asked, as though you had something inside you that was only waiting for you to give it a chance to come out? Some sort of extra power that you aren't using--you know, like all the water that goes down the falls instead of through turbines?

People always have secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.

There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all BEGIN freely--a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten a women had better show MORE affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly; but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on.

Because a fellow can see ever now and then that children have more sense than him. But he dont like to admit it to them until they have beards.

As for you, she'd say to me, you're just a backlash. Flash in the pan. History will absolve me. But