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First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context. - [Love] Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again. - [Goodbye] If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm. - [Life] Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do. - [Art] Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem. - [Women] Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. - [Jealousy] Language is a mixture of statement and evocation. - [Language] Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought. - [Language] Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique. - [Meeting] Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone. - [Lying] Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms. - [Narcissism] Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have. - [Lying] One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it. - [Ideas] The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust. - [Memory] The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect. - [Love] That morning's ice, no more than a brittle film, had cracked and was now floating in segments. These tapped together or, parting, left channels of dark water, down which swans in slow indignation swam. - The Death of the Heart [Books (First Lines)] Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat. - The House in Paris (pt. 2, ch. 2) [Fate]
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