Broken I, had I known I was never again to see her,
Or devastated if nothing in me can she remember?
Indeed, what for should she recall or I splinter,
To her I am the brief image - And she may be lost,
One is the angel and the other from the most
Devilish place of all, who distinguish? We are all ghosts,
And so Let this blur of beauty remain,
Though never shall I meet her again,
Nor my youth, my virtue - and those I once took pain
To dear and cherish. They are all ghosts, we are all ghosts,
For we do die every night from someone's memory in the bitter frost,
The same place where we damn all things once we loved the most,
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'Perhaps she'll find it too. Out there, on the South China Sea, who knows? Perhaps she'll meet a traveller, in a port, in a hotel, who knows? She's become a romantic, you see? I had to let her go.'
"We'll meet again somewhere," I said.
"Let's, somewhere," said one.
"Yes, somewhere," said the other.
The words echoed in my mind a moment.
Sayfa 178 - Kodansha International, Translated by Alfred Birnbaum
I smiled at him as I walked to meet him. “Let me guess. You were eating again.”
He nodded as I took his lower hand and tugged on it, guiding him towards the upholstered chair.
“It’s important to eat when the opportunity is there,” he said.
I wish we'd met under different circumstances and with different names.
I wish I could wake up to your face every day.
If there's a next life, let's meet there, okay?
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You start with the manager. But you may be passed to the Vice President/Lending. Most likely, however, you may find that Mister J. Fred Banker is "not available," and some assistant will take your number. Do not sit by the phone and wait for him to return your call. Like most bankers, he's a very busy individual being phoned
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Gilbert darling, don't let's ever be afraid of things. It's such dreadful slavery. Let's be daring and adventurous and expectant. Let's dance to meet life and all it can bring to us, even if it brings scads of trouble and typhoid and twins!
...She is asking about the riddle of girl's development: why is it that girls who seem more intelligent and livelier than boys of the same age, who go out more to meet the exertanl world and at the same time form stonger connections with people, often become less intelligent and lively when they reach adolescence? Like girls in novels and poems written by womeni girls interviewed in comtemporary school settings speak about thaing themselves out of relationships as they approach adolescence, ''building a little shield,'' ''getting afraid to say when you're mad at somebody,'' ''losing confidence in myself.'' Taking their honest voices out of their relationships, they are self-consciously letting go of themselves.
What happens to girls when they reach this age? ''I think,'' Sharon miller says, ''they have let go of themselves. I think it is the unusual middle school girl who can say, 'if you don't like me the way I am, fine!' Most girls can't say that because there is no one there.''
''Why not? I ask her. I am thinking of girls who are so resolute, so present at eleven. ''Well that's the question,'' Miller responds. ''You know, what happens to girls when they get to that age? Well, because that is the age when girls start identifying with adult women.''
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Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
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Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them—a mother's approval, a father's nod—are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
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