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"Necessity has the face of a dog."
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"We must have hope or starve to death."
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"I don't see myself ever retiring, unless it's for something that I like better, and so far I like directing a lot but I don't see the necessity to retire from anything unless there's a really great alternative."
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"Mathematics takes us into the region of absolute necessity, to which not only the actual word, but every possible word, must conform."
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"A musician cannot move others unless he too is moved. He must of necessity feel all of the affects that he hopes to arouse in his audience, for the revealing of his own humour will stimulate a like humour in the listener."
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"In no way can sport be considered a luxury object."
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"The degree of necessity determines the development of organs in man, therefore increase your necessity."
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"Small communities grow great through harmony, great ones fall to pieces through discord."
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"The need is what is necessary."
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"For me, skiing is a physical necessity. I have a need for risk."
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"Necessity has the face of a dog."
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"In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory."
Nostalgia
"That would be fine, she said "If we're alone, we'll leave the lamp lighted so that we can see each other, and I can holler as much as I want without anybody's having to butt in, and you can whisper in my ear any crap you can think of."
Affection
"I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I am generous to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my suppressed rage, that I am punctual only only to hide how little I care about other peoples time."
Character
"In the parlor was a huge camera on wheels like the ones used in public parks, and the backdrop of a marine twilight, painted with homemade paints, and the walls papered with pictures of children at memorable moments: the first Communion, the bunny costume, the happy birthday. Year after year, during contemplative pauses on afternoons of chess, Dr. Urbino had seen the gradual covering over of the walls, and he had often thought with a shudder of sorrow that in the gallery of casual portraits lay the germ of the future of the city, governed and corrupted by those unknown children, where note even the ashes of his glory would remain."
History
"He dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips, her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins."
Mortality
"I became another man. I tried to reread the classics that had guided me in adolescence, and I could not bear them. I buried myself in the romantic writings I had repudiated when my mother tried to impose them on me with a heavy hand, and in them I became aware that the invincible power that has moved the world is unrequited, not happy love."
Love
"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."
Spiritual
"The Widow Nazaret never missed her occasional appointments with Florentino Ariza, not even during her busiest times, and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved, although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love, but without the problems of love."
Love
"But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day seemed so much like another that one could not feel them pass."
Time
"She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude."
Emotion
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