I have frequently told you, and the holidays just past have convinced me, that my prime has truly begun. One’s prime is elusive. You little girls, when you grow up, must be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of your life it may occur. You must then live it to the full.
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The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark
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What is the meaning of life?… a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
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To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
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Nothing growing there? All things growing there; men and beasts and fruit of the soil. Isak sowing his grain. The evening sunlight falls on the grain that flashes out in an arc from his hand, and falls like a dropping of gold to the ground. … Forest and field look on. All is majesty and power - a sequence and purpose of things.
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Growth of the Soil by Knut Hamsun
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