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Every little while a horrible sickening feeling would come over me and I’d be so afraid it was all a dream. Then I’d pinch myself to see if it was real—until suddenly I remembered that even supposing it was only a dream I’d be better go on dreaming as long as I could so I stopped pinching.

Isn’t it splendid there are so many things to like in this world?

Oh, it was wonderful—wonderful. It’s the first thing I ever saw that couldn’t be improved upon by imagination.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice—divinely beautiful or dazzling clever or angelically good?

Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive—it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?

When you are imagining you might as well imagine something worthwhile.

I’ve never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember—but of course it’s all the more to look forward to, isn’t it? And then I can imagine that I’m dressed gorgeously.

something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of—or perhaps because of—their dissimilarity.

A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged.

This may be the fundamental problem with caring a lot about what others think: It can put you on the established path and keep you there for a long time.

Maybe above all else: There are simply other ways of being.

Whatever deficits I might have arrived with, coming from an inner-city high school, it seemed that I could make up for them by putting in extra time, asking for help when I needed it, and learning to pace myself and not procrastinate.

Get over it and just live a little!

You don’t really know how attached you are until you move away, until you’ve experienced what it means to be dislodged, a cork floating on the ocean of another place.

I understand now that even a happy marriage can be vexation, that it’s a contract best renewed and renewed again, even quietly and privately—even alone.

When we’d done something great, we received just enough praise to know she was happy with us, but never so much that it became the reason we did what we did.

To me, southside was as big as heaven. And heaven, as I envisioned it, had to be a place full of jazz.

Everyone on earth was carrying around an unseen history, and that alone deserved some tolerance.

I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
as if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.

مردم جایی می‌خواهند که خود را متعلق به آنجا بدانند.

هریک از ما چیزی را از دست می‌دهیم که برایمان عزیز است. فرصتهای از دست رفته، امکانات از دست رفته، احساساتی که هرگز نمی توانیم برشان گردانیم. این قسمتی از آن چیزی است که به آن می‌گویند زنده بودن.

آدمها روی‌هم‌رفته حاصل جایی هستند که در آن به دنیا آمده و نشو و نما کرده‌اند. طرز فکر و احساساتت همیشه بستگی دارد به قطعه زمین و درجه ی حرارت. حتی به بادهایی که می‌وزد. تو کجا به دنیا آمدی؟

آیا جنگ ها را از خشم نسبت به یکدیگر شروع می کنند؟ یا از ترس؟ یا خشم و ترس دو روی یک سکه اند؟

اگر قرار بود آن را از من بدزدند یا تصادفا آن را از دست بدهم، تصمیم گرفتم بهتر است خودم دورش بیندازم. البته خشمی که احساس می‌کردم کمرنگ نشد. قسمتی از آن بود. اما کلا خطای بزرگی بود. هرگز نباید دورش می‌انداختم.

سالها پیش چیزی را دور انداختم که نباید. چیزی که بیش از هرچیز دوستش داشتم. می‌ترسیدم که مبادا روزی از دستش بدهم. بنابراین خودم رهایش کردم.

می‌خواهم یاد من باشی. اگر تو یاد من باشی، دیگر عین خیالم نیست که همه فراموشم کنند.

ناکاتا پرسید: «نوشتنشان مهم بود، نه؟»
«بله، بود. روند نوشتن مهم بود. ولو اینکه حاصل کارِ تمام شده بی معنا باشد.»

هرچه بیشتر چسبیدن به آنها آزاردهنده است، اما هرگز نخواستم تا زنده‌ام از آنها دست بکشم. این تنها دلیل ادامه زندگی من بود، تنها چیزی گه ثابت می‌کرد زنده‌ام.

خاطرات از درون گرمت می‌کنند. اما در عین حال دوپاره‌ات می‌کنند.

او نه در نوازندگی پیانو به جایی رسید و نه در آهنگسازی، اما به نوعی در سایه ماند و به بتهوون یاری رساند که نمی‌دانست چطور کار خود را در این دنیا از پیش ببرد.