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"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
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"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
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"Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb."
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Personal Development
"What I want is only a wish."
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Personal Development
"You are moving on the chariot of your desire whatever you are thinking is always right."
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Personal Development
"Go for the desire you dare to dream."
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Personal Development
"There are people who are never content, never appeased, forever dissatisfied-who continually look to what escapes them, convincing themselves that if only they could attain that one desire outside of reach they would be happy. It seems almost pointless to give to these people because their eyes immediately shift from the gift to stare miserably at the portion held back. Their wants, demands, expectations, appetites are never satiated, thus they refuse to be happy. And you cannot make them so."
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Personal Development
"Do you have a dream or desire that is burning a hole in your soul? Something that lights your fire and brings you simple pleasure?"
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Personal Development
"The desire of the people should be the major instrument used to draw them closer to God."
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Personal Development
"The need for gain, and advantage over others, is one of the chief driving forces behind all human misery."
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"We want money but we crave appreciation."
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"The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer."
Creativity
"And the women who had thought they wanted dresses never realized that what they had wanted was happiness."
Desire
"It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings."
Life
"Time is the only critic without ambition."
Time
"I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool."
Time
"Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping."
Memory
"Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals."
Art
"It ain't kin we? It's will we?"
Family
"I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?"
Life
"Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that."
Life
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