#mould

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. ↗

— Willa Cather

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I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences. ↗

— Ella Maillart

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You cannot escape the fact that women mould your first five years, whether you like it or not. And I can't say I do like it very much. ↗

— Doris Lessing

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#escape #fact #first #five #i