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At the beginning I was only a little mass of possibilities. It was my teacher who unfolded and developed them.
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At the beginning I was only a little mass of possibilities. It was my teacher who unfolded and developed them.
The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
In what concerns you much, do not think that you have companions: know that you are alone in the world.
Methinks, if I loved him more, I should keep him--I should keep myself rather--at a more respectful distance.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
Tell all my friends in Concord that I do not send my love, but retain it still.
depend upon it, you will love your native hills the better for being separated from them
At death our friends and relations either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart further from us and are forgotten.
Fatal is the discovery that our friend is fallible, that he has prejudices.
Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always.
Our thoughts would imply that other men have friends, though we have not.
The dear privacy and retirement and solitude which winter makes possible!
I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer
There are some days when we need a hand. There are other days when we're called on to lend one.
As life wears on the love of husband or wife, of friends and of children, becomes the great solace and delight of age.
Even if we are alone, we store up our enjoyment in hope of sharing it hereafter with those we love.
Love is the light and sunshine of life.
Love lasts through life, and adapts itself to every age and circumstance; in childhood for father and mother, in manhood for wife, in age for children, and throughout for brothers and sisters, relations and friends.
Most of those who have written in praise of books have thought they could say nothing more conclusive than to compare them to friends.
Some people never seem to appreciate their friends till they have lost them.
We love the ticking of the clock, and the flicker of the fire, like the sound of the cawing of rooks, not so much for any beauty of their own as for their associations.
Less possessed of your confidence in advance than any of my predecessors, I am deeply conscious of the prospect that I shall stand more and oftener in need of your indulgence.
granting that we had both the will and the sense to choose our friends well, how few of us have the power! or, at least, how limited, for most, is the sphere of choice!
Deep-rooted Customs, though wrong, are not easily altered; but it is the Duty of every one to be firm in that which they certainly know is right for them.
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