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"This was the human mind made real, overshadowing even the birds in its longing to be free. Are we the only animals that must escape ourselves?" (30)
"I wish every night was just starlight and candles and nothing to do. We would have so much time" (63)
"We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-- the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-- it will not sacrifice itself" (76)
"When we are very young, we try to live on what will never be enough" (79)
"It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm of light imperceptible to the human eye. It is a feat of the mind to guess another's heart" (114)
"Real love always has something hidden-- some loss or boredom or tiny hate that we would never tell a soul" (147)
"The waves themselves would hypnotize her, insomniate her, keep her sleeping where I could watch her, gazing at her dreams, my wave-borne Alice under a porthole filled with sun, perhaps forever" (187)
"But people do not keep their secrets because they are so clever or discreet; love is never discreet. They keep them because we don't care enough to notice" (196)
"'Are you happy?' Alice asked me. How can anyone answer this, at any moment?" (255)
(which was fantastic)
"I wish every night was just starlight and candles and nothing to do. We would have so much time" (63)
"We have no heart at seventeen. We think we do; we think we have been cursed with a holy, bloated thing that twitches at the name we adore, but it is not a heart because though it will forfeit anything in the world-- the mind, the body, the future, even the last lonely hour it has-- it will not sacrifice itself" (76)
"When we are very young, we try to live on what will never be enough" (79)
"It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm of light imperceptible to the human eye. It is a feat of the mind to guess another's heart" (114)
"Real love always has something hidden-- some loss or boredom or tiny hate that we would never tell a soul" (147)
"The waves themselves would hypnotize her, insomniate her, keep her sleeping where I could watch her, gazing at her dreams, my wave-borne Alice under a porthole filled with sun, perhaps forever" (187)
"But people do not keep their secrets because they are so clever or discreet; love is never discreet. They keep them because we don't care enough to notice" (196)
"'Are you happy?' Alice asked me. How can anyone answer this, at any moment?" (255)
(which was fantastic)