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“So they went thither, Prince Ahmad following her footsteps; and on reaching it he was filled with wonder to see its vaulted roof of exquisite workmanship and adorned with gold and lapis lazuli and paintings and ornaments, whose like was nowhere to be found in the world.”
“So they went thither, Prince Ahmad following her footsteps; and on reaching it he was filled with wonder to see its vaulted roof of exquisite workmanship and adorned with gold and lapis lazuli and paintings and ornaments, whose like was nowhere to be found in the world.”
“‘This is my true Bride,’ said he… The true wedding was celebrated with great pomp and happiness.”
The Master said, “The wise are never perplexed. The humane never suffer from vexation. The brave are never afraid.”
“You find that it is the thing he is writing about that is interesting. Not the way it is written.”
“Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it.”
“I hope that a Wende for better times will take place.”
“The esthetic hero must have his opposition outside himself, not in himself.”
“What do all good stories do… They kill you a little. They turn you into something you weren’t.”
“Some of the major issues included in this self-help book are networking, making impressions, building trust, branding, goal setting and seeking help.”
“At that moment, she basked in a world without questions or answers. Without doubts or convictions. She basked in a world that was one with her.”
“We may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs but we’re presurely destined to be odd’s without ends.”
“Death and love—no, I cannot make a poem of them, they don’t go together. Love stands opposed to death.”
“I don’t mean the middle America of small minds and malt shops, or midcentury America, but rather the middle, the muddle, the void of America.”
“It was beautiful, sad and unreal, where the sunlight struck. You felt as though life would be different there, the air lighter and cooler, the silence more profound.”
The Master said, “The wise are never perplexed. The humane never suffer from vexation. The brave are never afraid.”
“I thought her very beautiful: still rich in hopes, full of laughter, formed from those very years which I myself had lost, she was like my own youth.”
“And my eyes resting upon her fair hair, her blue eyes, the lines of her neck… I cried out with myself as I admired this deliberately unfinished sketch: ‘How lovely she is! What true nobility! It is indeed a proud Guermantes.’”
“The reason why a work of genius is not easily admired from the first is that the man who has created it is extraordinary, that few other men resemble him.”
“They seemed to me now no more than the purely subjective, impotent, illusory creations of my temperament.”
