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"You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."

"Away with all the past, I'm through with the old world forever, and may I never hear another word or echo from it; to the new world, to new places, and no looking back!"

"So, Alyosha, if, indeed, I hold out for the sticky little leaves, I shall love them only remembering you. It's enough for me that you are here somewhere, and I shall not stop wanting to live. Is that enough for you? If you wish, you can take it as a declaration of love. And now you go right, I'll go left—and enough, you hear, enough."

""They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.""

"Can't repeat the past? Why of course you can!" Chapter VI is my favourite.

"A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: 'There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.'"

"It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don't see or care."

"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have every known."

"It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life."

"In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars."

"All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.'"

"…it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again."

"Ah, one can go so far in dreams, when one is young."

"It wouldn't do to go mixing up the present and the Past, and cutting bits out of one to fit into the other."

"We come from the world where the sun never sets."

"You're still very ignorant, and rather silly, and I am worth a thousand of you any day of the week." (22)

"And I will not weep from despair, but simply because I will be happy in my shed tears. I will be drunk with my own tenderness. Sticky spring leaves, the blue sky—I love them, that's all! Such things you love not with your mind, not with logic, but with your insides, your guts, you love your first young strength…" (230)

"I want to live, and I do live, even if it be against logic. Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; […]"

"…But you laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr…"

"Probably she had found no more than another; but she had always the power of suggesting things much lovelier than herself, as the perfume of a single flower may call up the whole sweetness of spring."

"She looked at him with her rarest smile, one he had seldom seen on her face, but always remembered,–a smile without archness, without gaiety, full of affection and wistfully sad. And the same thing was in her voice when she spoke those quiet words,–the sudden quietness of deep feeling."

"…you must not be angry with me, because I am punished a hundred times more than you: punished already by this alone, that I shall never see you again. Farewell. I do not want your hand. You've been tormenting me so consciously that I am unable to forgive you at the moment."

"Before the dew dried, the morning had been wrecked for him; and all subsequent mornings, he told himself bitterly. This day saw the end of that admiration and loyalty that had been like a bloom on his existence. He could never recapture it. It was gone, like the morning freshness of the flowers."

"He sometimes thought of the life she might have been living ever since he had known her, –and the one she had chosen to live. From that disparity, he believed, came the subtlest thrill of her fascination. She mocked outrageously at the proprieties she observed, and inherited the magic of contradictions."