But alas, my dear child, we are the slaves of custom, the dupes of prejudice, and dare not stem the torrent of the opposing world, even though our judgments condemn our compliance! However, since the die is cast, we must endeavor to make the best of it.
How can our words ever truly be our own? Since we started growing all we've been taught is to care how we represent our persona and how we should communicate appropriately and how we portrait ourselves as acceptable human beings. what we've been taught, thats...
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A.Y.C.C
The society to which we belong seems to be dying or is already dead. I don't mean to sound dramatic, but clearly the dark side is rising. Things could not have been more odd and frightening in the Middle Ages. But the tradition of artists...
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Anne Lamott
War is society's dirty work, usually done by kids cleaning up some failure on the part of the adults.
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Karl Marlantes
War is the echo that never dies. No society strives for war, they are always tricked into it.
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R.A.Delmonico
No young woman of good breeding should show exclusive partiality to one partner all night.
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Jude Morgan
More Quotes By Fanny Burney
You could not see and know her, and remain unmoved by those sensations of affection which belong to so near and tender a relationship.
Generosity without delicacy, like wit without judgement, generally gives as much pain as pleasure.
But alas, my dear child, we are the slaves of custom, the dupes of prejudice, and dare not stem the torrent of the opposing world, even though our judgments condemn our compliance! However, since the die is cast, we must endeavor to make the best...
There was an exceeding good concert, but too much talking to hear it well. Indeed I am quite astonished to find how little music is attended to in silence; for, though every body seems to admire, hardly any body listens.
Young, animated, entirely off your guard, and thoughtless of consequences, Imagination took the reins; and Reason, slow-paced, though sure-footed, was unequal to the race of so eccentric and flighty a companion. How rapid was then my Evelina's progress through those regions of fancy and passion...
