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Page 229 - Das strenge Herz, es fühlt sich mild und weich; Was ich besitze, seh ich wie im Weiten, Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.
Page 18 - ... enactment and experience of 'foreignness', and the prominence of 'the foreign' in their writing, signify their positionality as female intellectuals in the business of defining culture, who speak, as foreigners, from difference, and make a virtue of their estrangement: Lee maintains 'that we all of us are the better, of whatever nationality (and most, perhaps, we rather too-too solid Anglo-Saxons) for some fusion of a foreign element'.24 Their work on the arts of the eighteenth century in Italy...
Page 49 - We should consider concerts and musical festivals äs fatiguing, even exhausting employments, the strain of which was rendered pleasant by the anticipation of mach ease and delight to come.
Page 233 - T~~VHE clocks up at the villa must have been all wrong, or else my watch did not go with them, or else I had not looked often enough at it while rambling about the town on my way to the station. Certain it is that when I got there, at the gallop of my cab-horse, the express was gone.
Page 72 - Devonshire lane ; the very ups and downs of the friendship existing, so to speak, below the level of our real life ; disagreements and reconciliations always on one pattern. With people we have known very long, we are apt to go thus continually over the same ground, reciting the same formulae of thought and feeling, imitating the ego of former years in its relations with a thou quite equally obsolete ; the real personality left waiting outside for the chance stranger.
Page 11 - Nay, a still simpler case : if we cannot be happy without a garden as big as the grounds of an expensive lunatic asylum, why, then, all the little cottage gardens down the lane must be swept away to make it. Now, the cottage gardens, believe me, are the best. They are the only ones which, being small, may be allotted in some juster future to every man without dispossessing his neighbour. And they are also the only ones compatible with that fine arable or dairy country which we all long for.
Page 71 - A new friendship, by this unconscious imitation of the new friend's nature and habits, and by the excitement of the thing's pleasant novelty, causes us to discover new qualities in literature, art, our surroundings, ourselves. How different does the scenery look — still familiar, but delightfully strange — as we drive along the valleys or scramble in the hills with the new friend ! there is a distant peak one never noticed, or a scented herb which has always...
Page 89 - I have spoken of reveals the fact that we usually have far too many pleasant things about us, to be able to extract much pleasure from any of them ; while, of course, somebody else, at the other end of the world let us say, or merely in the mews to the back, has so very much too little as to have none at all, which is another way of diminishing possible enjoyment.
Page 237 - Evil comes from the gods, no doubt ; but so do all things ; and to extract good from it — the great Prometheus-feat of man — is not to evil's credit, but to the credit of good. The contrary doctrine is a poison to the spirit, though a poison of medicinal use in moments of anguish, a bromide or an opiate.