“I can't say for sure, because I have no experience, but -- well, is this what family is like? The feeling that everyone's connected, that with one piece missing the whole thing's broken?”
Source: The Mysterious Benedict Society
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Herman Melville (1818–1891) American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and poet
Letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 1851); published in Memories of Hawthorne (1897) by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, p. 158
Context: Whence came you, Hawthorne? By what right do you drink from my flagon of life? And when I put it to my lips — lo, they are yours and not mine. I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces. Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling. Now, sympathising with the paper, my angel turns over another leaf. You did not care a penny for the book. But, now and then as you read, you understood the pervading thought that impelled the book — and that you praised. Was it not so? You were archangel enough to praise the imperfect body, and embrace the soul.
Mark Clifton book They'd Rather Be Right
Source: They'd Rather Be Right (1954), p. 177.
Gudrun Ensslin (1940–1977) German terrorist
Letter to Baader in The element of madness, July 12, 2009, Perlentaucher Medien GmbH, February 22, 2010 http://www.signandsight.com/features/1964.html,
Craig Benzine (1980) Filmmaker, comedian, presenter
In response of the question: "After years and 100 videos you only had 32 subscribers? Wasn't that frustrating? What kept you going? Didn't you feel like giving up?"
“I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind: I can't see it, but I can feel it.”
Nicholas Sparks book A Walk to Remember
Variant: Our love is like the wind... I cant see it, but I sure can feel it.
Source: A Walk to Remember
Abraham Lincoln (1809–1865) 16th President of the United States
Letter to John T. Stuart (23 January 1841), Collected Works 1:229-30 http://www.hti.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=lincoln;rgn=div1;view=text;idno=lincoln1;node=lincoln1%3A248 <br class="br">1840s <br class="br">Context: I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better I can not tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me.