Seven Random Quotes – Week 2

These are private words addressed to you in public.
~ T.S. Eliot, A Dedication to My Wife

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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Walk on air against your better judgment.
~ Seamus Heaney

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I remember a swamp … that made a short-cut to the railroad station when I was seven. It was down across that swamp that my father went, when my mother told him to go and not to come back.
(Or maybe she said he might come back if he would do better – but who ever does better?)
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay talking about her parents’ separation

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It was the Narramissic that once received as fine a lyrical tribute as was ever paid to a river – a line in a poem by a schoolboy, who wrote of it, “It flows through Orland every day.” I never cross that mild stream without thinking of his testimonial to its constancy, the dependability of small, familiar rivers.
~ E. B. White

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The liquor store in the county seat was held up by a masked gunman recently and robbed of $2,672.45, which turned to be the day’s receipts and, of course, gave a much clearer picture of the amount of drinking done around here than any previous event.
~ E.B. White

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All sorts of special problems arise during the days of disposal (or de-cluttering for an upcoming move.) Anyone who is willing to put his mind to it can get rid of a chair, say, but what about trophies? Trophies are like leeches. The ones made of paper, such as a diploma from a school or a college, can be burned if you have the guts to light the match, but the ones made of bronze not only are indestructible but are almost impossible to throw away, because they usually carry your name, and a man doesn’t throw away his good name, or even his bad one.
~ E.B. White