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Small: All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted when you find it taken for granted, you are u
"All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent f
"The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effo
"The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things
"That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak
"Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible
"Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it
"One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree,
"Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have
"Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms
"Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye
"No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye"
Elizabeth Bowen, Novelist
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Small: What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true
"What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true"
Patrick Kavanagh, Poet
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Small: Malice is only another name for mediocrity
"Malice is only another name for mediocrity"
Patrick Kavanagh, Poet
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Small: A man is original when he speaks the truth that has always been known to all good men
"A man is original when he speaks the truth that has always been known to all good men"
Patrick Kavanagh, Poet
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Small: Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day
"Writing is learning to say nothing, more cleverly each day"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away
"She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: Now Autumns fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt
"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me
"If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: I have been an Official all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manne
"I have been an "Official" all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is highly artificial and handles trifles with ludicrously disproportionate gravity"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: Autumns the mellow time
"Autumn's the mellow time"
William Allingham, Poet
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Small: The Lord opened the understanding of my unbelieving heart, so that I should recall my sins
"The Lord opened the understanding of my unbelieving heart, so that I should recall my sins"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: That which I have set out in Latin is not my words but the words of God and of apostles and prophets, who of c
"That which I have set out in Latin is not my words but the words of God and of apostles and prophets, who of course have never lied. He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: No one should ever say that it was my ignorance if I did or showed forth anything however small according to G
"No one should ever say that it was my ignorance if I did or showed forth anything however small according to God's good pleasure; but let this be your conclusion and let it so be thought, that - as is the perfect truth - it was the gift of God"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God so as to teach these peoples even though some of them still
"If I have any worth, it is to live my life for God so as to teach these peoples; even though some of them still look down on me"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though they may despise me
"If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though they may despise me"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many
"I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me
"Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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Small: Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compass
"Before I was humiliated I was like a stone that lies in deep mud, and he who is mighty came and in his compassion raised me up and exalted me very high and placed me on the top of the wall"
Saint Patrick, Saint
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