1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1154
1155
1156
1157
1158
1384
2208
3346
3522
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 33336c1 | There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but, having no outlet, it implodes in a great black fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul. Horrible as successful artists often are, there is nothing crueler or more vain than a failed artist. | Erica Jong | ||
| 1d9d8ff | When Republicans recently charged the President with promoting 'class warfare,' he answered it was 'just math.' But it's more than math. It's a matter of morality. | class-warfare conservatism economics liberalism mathematics morality politics republican-party-united-states society united-states | Robert B. Reich | |
| 52bef2d | Some things come with their own punishments. Like bedrooms with built-in cupboards. They would all learn more about punishments soon. That they came in different sizes. That some were so big they were like cupboards with built-in bedrooms. You could spend your whole life in them, wandering through dark shelving. | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 10d9885 | I am not a mechanism, an assembly of various sections. and it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly, that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul, to the deep emotional self, and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time, only time can help and patience, and a certain difficult repentance long difficult repentance, realization of life's mistake, and the freeing oneself | poetry | D.H. Lawrence | |
| c1e3f91 | A story lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken | on-chesil-beach | Ian McEwan | |
| 8821c1b | One of the greatest opportunities to live our values-or betray them-lies in the food we put on our plates. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 094c433 | I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 345acb9 | It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna's breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The books in my father's shed were sighing. The sheets .. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 264bb31 | I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 0d7035f | She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 97fa05a | The traveling salesmen fed me pills that made the lining of my veins feel scraped out, my jaw ached... I knew every raindrop by its name, I sensed everything before it happened. Like I knew a certain oldsmobile would stop even before it slowed, and by the sweet voices of the family inside, I knew we'd have an accident in the rain. I didn't care. They said they'd take me all the way. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 3107adb | Don't you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don't," I said." | Franz Kafka | ||
| 54e3449 | I know, brother, that you are a straightforward man, and that you pride yourself on it. But put one question to yourself: in fact should one tell the truth? What obliges us to do it? And why do we consider telling the truth a virtue? Imagine that you meet a madman, who claims that he is a fish and that we are all fish. Are you going to argue with him? Are you going to undress in front of him and show him that you don't have fins? Are you .. | lies lying truth virtue | Milan Kundera | |
| 7fdbb4a | I was sick of wanting money. I was sick of being without a goal. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 27d1045 | Our responsibility begins with our imagination. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 49cbc15 | Naoko stayed frozen in place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, the silhouette pulsed almost imperceptibly with the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as if she were whispering soundless words to the darkness. I swallowed in hopes of easing my thirst, but in the stillness of th.. | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6f19898 | So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| af29b08 | The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 805cc71 | All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e01ee08 | We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness | dath nothingness | Haruki Murakami | |
| d598643 | You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy. | chocolate life philosophy truth | Haruki Murakami | |
| e6c9d56 | ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 3d0bcb8 | hnk nw` mn lkml l ymkn drkh sw~ `br ltrkm Gyr lmHdwd llnqy'S. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 047d8f5 | I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet, unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and rode away. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| e7ce99e | Focus on what makes you happy, and do what gives meaning to your life | Barry Schwartz | ||
| 9bc9e80 | You don't grow up gradually. You grow up in short bursts at pivotal moments, by suddenly realizing how ignorant and immature you are. | Robert D. Kaplan | ||
| c955fb3 | When someone less capable is ahead of me, I am not pleased. It makes me insane. | Steve Martin | ||
| 2eb4b68 | You were my wonderfully bespoke original guide to happiness. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| dc2fb93 | We all make mistakes, some bigger than others, but none of us is perfect. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| fae750c | i don't need you. i never needed you." "well, i fucking needed you!" | Jodi Picoult | ||
| a607004 | There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 9f58eb2 | it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 725d118 | You know what I noticed when I was with Jacob? In your world, people can reach each other in an instant. There's the telephone, and the fax - and on the computer you can talk to someone all the way around the world. You've got people telling their secrets on TV talk shows, and magazines that publish pictures of movie stars trying to hide their homes. All those connections, but everyone there seems so lonely. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 15d7a3e | People change, but only if you give them room to do it. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| b8d12ea | How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war? | Jodi Picoult | ||
| e6693fe | The nurses, I have already learned, are the ones who give us the answers we're desperate for. Unlike the doctors, who fidget like they need to be somewhere else, the nurses patiently answer us as if we are the first set of parents to ever have this kind of meeting with them, instead of the thousandth. | inspirational nurses | Jodi Picoult | |
| a80d828 | I realized it was like looking into the sun--you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else. | love-story lovers | Jodi Picoult | |
| 3dd4f75 | Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| eb43ea9 | You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to popentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| 05d97c7 | But as he grew older, he learned that a word was a powerful thing. An insult didn't have to be shouted to bleed; a vow didn't have to be whispered to make you believe. Hold a thought in your head, and that was enough to change the actions of anyone and anything that crossed your path. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| c9a1e28 | There's an honesty to the wolf world that is liberating. There's no diplomacy, no decorum. You tell your enemy you hate him; you show your admiration by confessing the truth. That directness doesn't work with humans, who are masters of subterfuge. Does this dress make me look fat? Do you really love me? Did you miss me? When a person asks this, she doesn't want to know the real answer. She wants you to lie to her. After two years of living .. | Jodi Picoult | ||
| aeffd76 | Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you - but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like a cartographer learning a country by heart? | salem-falls | Jodi Picoult | |
| cfc88f0 | It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do-- but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4eb25c4 | There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resources, ignoring the cost until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; Men in Battle. Past a certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt... | Diana Gabaldon |