What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep. James Hilton
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
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T.S. Eliot
It frightens me that I can't do anything sensible about it."" Are you scared that you'll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?"" I'm more scared that I'll forget the feeling I...
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Gunnar Ardelius
The days aren't discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from...
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Pablo Neruda
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Anonymous
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain
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Aeschylus
More Quotes By James Hilton
People make mistakes in life through believing too much, but they have a damned dull time if they believe too little.
If I could put it into a very few words, dear sir, I should say that our prevalent belief is in moderation. We inculcate the virtue of avoiding excesses of all kinds–even including, if you will pardon the paradox, excess of virtue itself.
The will of God or the lunacy of man - it seemed to him that you could take your choice, if you wanted a good enough reason for most things. Or, alternatively (and he thought of it as he contemplated the small orderliness of the...
For he did not, he would have said, care for women; he never felt at home or at ease with them; and that monstrous creature beginning to be talked about, the New Woman of the nineties, filled him with horror. He was a quiet, conventional...
Then the whole range, much nearer now, paled into fresh splendor; a full moon rose, touching each peak in succession like some celestial lamplighter, until the long horizon glittered against a blue-black sky.
