But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's ho...
But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Untilthey're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's ho...
But, Doc, I'm not fourteen any more, and I'm not Lulamae. But the terrible part is (and I realized it while we were standing there) I am. I'm still stealing turkey eggs and running through a brier pat...
But, ah, the energy we spend hiding from one another, afraid as we are of being identified.
But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the dark, we do what we can, we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our pas...
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
I could leave the world with today in my eyes.
Is it - I'm not certain - possible to love someone if your first interest is the use you can make of him? Doesn't the gainful motive, and the guilt accruing to it, halt the progression of other emotio...
It's a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if you're good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not lawtype honest--I'd rob a grave, I'd steal two-bits off a dead man's eyes if I thoug...
She's such a goddamn liar maybe she don't know herself anymore.
Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.
The feeble-minded, the neurotic, the criminal, perhaps, also, the artist, have unpredictability and perverted innocence in common.
Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the beginning of another autumn, are blurred in memory, perhaps because our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people comm...
You don't understand. You've never hated anybody.No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.
You know the days when you get the mean reds?Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues?Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. Yo...
You know those days when you get the means reds?’ ‘Same as the blues?’‘No,’ she said slowly. ‘No, the blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re sad that’s all. T...
There is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.
Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.
The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His works means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.
New York is a diamond iceberg floating in river water.
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