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Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
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Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
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Mature as he was, she might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the grey, sober against the fire.
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Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what’s sensible and what’s foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.
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Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air.
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Mine ain’t a selfish affection, you know, said Mr. Toots, in the confidence engendered by his having been a witness of the Captain’s tenderness. It’s the sort of thing with me, Captain Gills, that if I could be run over – or – or trampled upon – or – or thrown off a very high place -or anything of that sort – for Miss Dombey’s sake, it would be the most delightful thing that could happen to me.
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Misfortunes one can endure–they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one’s own faults–ah!–there is the sting of life.
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Money is a needful and precious thing, and when well used, a noble thing, but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for. I’d rather see you poor men’s wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queens on thrones, without self-respect and peace.
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Money pads the edges of things . . . .
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More people write poetry than read it.
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Mr. Collins was not a sensible man, and the deficiency of nature had been but little assisted by education or society . . .
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Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his MAKING friends–whether he may be equally capable of RETAINING them, is less certain.
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Music is a good thing; and after all that soul-butter and hogwash I never see it freshen up things so, and sound so honest and bully.
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My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream . . . .
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My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees – my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath – a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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My rank is the highest known in Switzerland: I’m a free citizen.
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National literature begins with fables and ends with novels.
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Newman cast a despairing glance at his small store of fuel, but, not having the courage to say no — a word which in all his life he never had said at the right time, either to himself or anyone else — gave way to the proposed arrangement.
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Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the windows: and, giving place to day, sees night withdraw into the vaults, and follows it, and drives it out, and hides among the dead.
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No mercy, no power but its own controls it. Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.
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