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The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
I want to be left alone.
I want to be left alone.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy read more
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet. - Lacon, 1825.
Silence is one great art of conversation.
Silence is one great art of conversation.
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything. - read more
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything. - The Art of Worldly Wisdom, 1647.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
I'm still the little southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks who really didn't feel like she belonged.
I'm still the little southern girl from the wrong side of the tracks who really didn't feel like she belonged.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
