Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either extreme egotism, selfishness, evil -- or else an absolute ignorance.
She couldn't avoid being serious about things she cared for, and happiness made her grave at the thought of all the things which might destroy it.
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.
If you have abandoned one faith, do not abandon all faith. There is always an alternative to the faith we lose. Or is it the same faith under another name?
disappointment had to be postponed, hope kept alive as long as possible;
She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.
He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death.
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