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Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
β William Nicholson
painter, illustrator, writer, printmaker, draftsperson, poster artist, wood engraver, theatre designer, still life painter, portraitist, landscape painter, trustee, xylographer, visual artist, artist, exlibrist
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Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
We read to know that we are not alone.
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.
Self-sufficiency is the enemy of salvation. If you are self-sufficient, you have no need of God. If you have no need of God, you do not seek Him. If you do not seek Him, you will not find Him.
Brothers, what we do in life, echoes in eternity.
I will win the crowd. I will give them something they have never seen before.
She had gone so far now, she had broken so many rules and said such wicked things, that she knew she would suffer the most severe punishment; and since what was done could not be undone, she was free to be as bad as she wanted to be.
"I wish there were no more exams ever," said Kestrel."I wish the wind singer would sing again," said their father.
The song of the wind singer will set you free.
That's where we have to go," said Kestrel, looking at the mountain. "Into the fire.
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
She slapped Kestrel's face. Without thinking twice, Kestrel slapped her back, as hard as she could. The young woman burst into tears. The servant saw this, aghast. "Baby!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my poor baby!""You've been kind to me," said Kestrel, "and you're very beautiful, but if you hit me again I'll kill you."
Today begins my walk with you." They spoke together, their voices sounding softly in the cold air. "Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I stay. When you sleep, I will sleep. When you rise, I will rise. I will pass my days within the sound of your voice, and my nights within the reach of your hand. And none shall come between us.
If everything you do is in order to do something else, when do you ever get to the end of it all?
The English seem to think drinking wine is like committing adultery, something you do rarely and abroad.
