She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the f...
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It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
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If only it were possible to love without injury – fidelity isn’t enough: I had been faithful to Anne and yet I had injured her. The hurt is in the act...
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Failure too is a form of death.
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Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man...
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We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
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Ο θάνατος είναι πάντα από μόνος του μια απόδειξη ειλικρίνειας.
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I recognized my work for what it was--as unimportant a drug as cigarettes to get one through the weeks and years. If we are extinguished by death, as ...
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As long as one suffers one lives.
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We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
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Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away...
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One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?
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He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea ...
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He wasn't a patient. I expect someone cured him. You cure a lot of people in this country, don't you, with bullets?
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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the ...
