There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.

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I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

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Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

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I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

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A light here required a shadow there.

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Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

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I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married

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I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

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The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.

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Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you

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