anything that stretches the mind is a help to the potential author.
It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.
If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
Only a fool is not afraid.
Vitam impendere vero. To stake one's life for the truth.
In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet…There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That’s a very strict rhythm or meter…And each line has to end with a rigid pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way, it is not a sonnet…But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants…You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?
With our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations.
Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.
But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?
I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are.
I knew that the moment I started worrying about whether or not I was good enough for the job, I wouldn't be able to do it.
In the final exam in the Chaucer course we were asked why he used certain verbal devices, certain adjectives, why he had certain characters behave in certain ways. And I wrote, 'I don't think Chaucer had any idea why he did any of these things. That isn't the way people write.' I believe this as strongly now as I did then. Most of what is best in writing isn't done deliberately.
Almost all the joyful things of life are outside the measure of IQ tests.
Compassion is nothing one feels with the intellect alone. Compassion is particular; it is never general.
We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense.
Thou cannot harm a butterfly, without troubling a star.
Wild nights are my glory!
This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying goodbye to someone you've loved.
An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy... If I try self-consciously to become a person, I will never be one. The most real people, those who are able to forget their selfish selves, who have true compassion, are usually the most distinct individuals
You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.
When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.
Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.
Meg, I give you your faults." "My faults!" Meg cried. "Your faults." "But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!" "Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.
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