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Surely, comrades, you don't want Jones back?

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

ESTRAGON: I can't go on like this.VLADIMIR: That's what you think.

I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.

I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.

The world is a fine place and worth fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.

Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don't see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.

Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end...

Life, woman, life is God's most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.

But this too is true: stories can save us.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea....

You see I kept asking myself then: why am I so stupid that if others are stupid—and I know they are—yet I won't be wiser?

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

Elizabeth's spirit's soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her. 'How could you begin?' said she.'I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?' 'I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.