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"He had the vanity to believe men did not like him " while men simply did not know him."
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"What spreads the stench of bad conduct? It is the egoism and other 'flaws'."
"The ego dies and the ego lives, but people say that 'I died'. That which takes birth and dies is the ego, and the Soul is in the same place (is always intact). Even Pudgal (the atoms that were charged; which are being discharged in the form of mind, body, speech) is in the same place. The issue is only of the ego in the middle."
"An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you'll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it."
"When you're appeasing too much, you might be egotistically over-estimating everyone's need for your approval."
"As long as the egoism is alive, 'my-ness' remains within the self."
"My ego drives me nuts. It asks me to be competitive, creative, and smart."
"We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit."
"Egotism is the source and summary of all faults and miseries."
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"Leon was weary of loving without any result; moreover he was beginning to feel that depression caused by the repetition of the same kind of life, when no interest inspires and no hope sustains it. He was so bored with Yonville and its inhabitants, that the sight of certain persons, of certain houses, irritated him beyond endurance; and the chemist, good fellow though he was, was becoming absolutely unbearable to him. Yet the prospect of a new condition of life frightened as much as it seduced him."
"At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow."
"It's hard to communicate anything exactly and that's why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find."
"The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him."
"You forget everything. The hours slip by. You travel in your chair through centuries you seem seem to see before you, your thoughts are caught up in the story, dallying with the details or following the course of the plot, you enter into characters, so that it seems as if it were your own heart beating beneath their costumes."
"Let us not kid ourselves; let us remember that literature is of no use whatever, except in the very special case of somebody's wishing to become, of all things, a Professor of Literature."
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