63 ordspråk av Willa Sibert Cather
Willa Sibert Cather
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
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She heard him give his name, and came forward holding out her hand. "Is it you, indeed, Professor Wilson?"
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
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Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
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Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property; but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.
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Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man really; a man uncertain, puzzled and in the dark like ourselves
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That irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
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That is happiness: to be dissolved into something complete and great.
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The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
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The end is nothing; the road is all.
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The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
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The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman
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The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.
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