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In a nutshell, living is a lifelong process of messing things up. You start when you’re young and you just keep at it. doing every damn thing wrong, making a complete hash of everything until you no longer recognize yourself. Or worse, you know exactly who you are.

And now: fentanyl runs

Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.

"I dare say not," said-Dorothea, pinching her sister's chin. "If you knew how it came about, it would not seem wonderful to you."

Will never enjoyed the prospect of a storm so much: it delivered him from the necessity of going away

He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burthen of her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burthen pitifully.

and then for a minute the two women clasped each other as if they had been in a shipwreck

"Oh, I did love him!"

OMG thank you, Dorothea!

"You don't believe that Mr. Lydgate is guilty of anything base? I will not believe it. Let us find out the truth and clear him!"

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are."

And yet, so heavily did the world weigh on her in spite of her independent energy, that with this idea of Will as in need of such help and at a disadvantage with the world, there came always the vision of that unfittingness of any closer relation between them which lay in the opinion of every one connected with her

who was making efforts at retrieval when time had rendered them vain

That was the bare fact which Bulstrode was now forced to see in the rigid outline with which acts present themselves onlookers. But for himself at that distant time, and even now in burning memory, the fact was broken into little sequences, each justified as it came by reasonings which seemed to prove it righteous.

Gossip as currency when access to economic power is not available

you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well, and not be always saying, There's this and there's that—if I had this or that to do, I might make something of it. No matter what a man is—I wouldn't give twopence for him whether he was the prime minister or the rick-thatcher, if he didn't do well what he undertook to do.

You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to

it is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness—calling their denial knowledge