“She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.”
Source: A Tale for the Time Being
“Pushing forty? She's clinging on to it for dear life!”
A common misattribution first made by Nigel Rees in Quote…Unquote 3 (London: Allen & Unwin, 1983) as the result of a mishearing, and withdrawn by him in Cassell Companion to Quotations (London: Cassell, 1997) p. 179.
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English writer 1884–1969Related quotes
“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943).
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“We cling in our public life to a brutal hypocrisy.”
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(1934) author
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Context: We cling in our public life to a brutal hypocrisy. In our century of almost universal violence of humans against fellow humans, and against our natural and cultural commonwealth, hypocrisy has been inescapable because our opposition to violence has been selective or merely fashionable. Some of us who approve of our monstrous military budget and our peacekeeping wars nonetheless deplore “domestic violence” and think that our society can be pacified by “gun control.” Some of us are against capital punishment but for abortion. Some of us are against abortion but for capital punishment.
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(1958) English writer
Source: Yoga For People Who Can't Be Bothered To Do It (1993), p. 165
“Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.”
Venice Preserv'd (1682), Act v. Sc. 1. Compare: "Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart", Thomas Gray, The Bard, part i. stanza 3.