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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 840eb37 | All writing problems are psychological problems. Blocks usually stem from the fear of being judged. If you imagine the world listening, you'll never write a line. That's why privacy is so important. You should write first drafts as if they will never be shown to anyone. | drafting psychology writers-block writing | Erica Jong | |
| 1c704c5 | Must we behave like some damn godforsaken tribe that's just been discovered? | Arundhati Roy | ||
| 2014c60 | Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear. | love thoughts | Arundhati Roy | |
| 989eb2f | It's being made out that the whole point of the war was to topple the Taliban regime and liberate Afghan women from their burqas, we are being asked to believe that the U.S. marines are actually on a feminist mission. | empire hegemony roy | Arundhati Roy | |
| dc8d582 | It is such a supreme folly to believe that nuclear weapons are deadly only if they're used. The fact that they exist at all, their presence in our lives, will wreak more havoc than we can begin to fathom. Nuclear weapons pervade our thinking. Control our behavior. Administer our societies. Inform our dreams. They bury themselves like meat hooks deep in the base of our brains. They are purveyors of madness. They are the ultimate colonizer. W.. | colonizer danger fear folly humanity humans madness mind-control nuclear-bomb nuclear-threat nuclear-weapons truth white whiteness | Arundhati Roy | |
| 604d086 | What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| fc8f234 | As I get older I find that the friendships that are the most certain, ultimately, are the ones where you and the other person have made substantial amounts of money for one another. | Jonathan Lethem | ||
| e17119d | And Adam ruled, for he was the King. Until the day his will to be King deserted him. Then he died, food for a stronger. And the strongest was always the King, not by strength alone, but King by cunning and luck and strength together. Among the rats. | survival | James Clavell | |
| d5340c9 | The interest I felt in certain guys then confused me, because it wasn't romantic, but I wasn't sure what else it might be. But now I know: I wanted to take up people's time making jokes, to tease the dean in front of the entire school, to call him by a nickname. What I wanted was to be a cocky high-school boy, so fucking sure of my place in the world. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| c96ba43 | To think of the Midwest as a whole as anything other than beautiful is to ignore the extraordinary power of the land. The lushness of the grass and trees in August, the roll of the hills (far less of the Midwest is flat than outsiders seem to imagine), the rich smell of soil, the evening sunlight over a field of wheat, or the crickets chirping at dusk on a residential street: All of it, it has always made me feel at peace. There is room to .. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| cab7bc1 | Everyone performs bad actions... A bad person is someone who does not lament his bad actions. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3165dce | and when is enough proof enough? | faith proof | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 8d65e71 | He was not such a special person. He loved to read very much, and also to write. He was a poet, and he exhibited me many of his poems. I remember many of them. They were silly, you could say, and about love. He was always in his room writing those things, and never with people. I used to tell him, What good is all that love doing on paper? I said, Let love write on you for a little. But he was so stubborn. Or perhaps he was only timid. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 80e3d15 | And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. | life love | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| d802b75 | Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me. | Bret Easton Ellis | ||
| 1c60b22 | We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth | Ian McEwan | ||
| bf54e3f | She returned his gaze, struck by the sense of her own transformation, and overwhelmed by the beauty which a lifetime havit had taught her to ignore. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 4dd89ba | She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 7bb773a | Like a dog!" he said, it was as if the shame of it should outlive him." | Franz Kafka | ||
| 9113f81 | One must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it upon himself to alter the dispositions of things around him, he ran the risk of losing his footing and falling to destruction, while the organization would simply right itself by some compensating reaction in another part of its machinery - since.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 88cd9be | The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred. | inspirational | Franz Kafka | |
| cd8e1c6 | True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power. | milan-kundera | Milan Kundera | |
| c8409c7 | It was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female mind is made. | Milan Kundera | ||
| b9776e9 | kn lHb bynh wbyn tyryz jmylan, bkl t'kyd, wlknh kn mt`ban: wjb `lyh dy'man 'n ykhfy 'mran m, w'n ytktm, w'n ystdrk, w'n yrf` mn m`nwyth, w'n yw'syh, w'n ythbt bstmrr Hbh lh w'n ytlq~ mlmt Gyrth w'lmh w'Hlmh, w'n ysh`r bldhnb, w'n ybrr nfsh w'n y`tdhr . . lan kl lt`b tlsh~ wlm tbqa l lHlw@. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| 2e7c820 | Laughter, on the other hand, " Petrarch went on, "is an explosion that tears us away from the world and throws us back into our own cold solitude. Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry. That's why I tell you yet again, and you want to keep in mind: Boccaccio doesn't understand love. Love can never be laughable. Love has nothing in common with laughter." | Milan Kundera | ||
| 2d6eda0 | But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything. | Milan Kundera | ||
| bf2a685 | And then sometimes I think the people to feel saddest for are people who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder - people who closed the doors that leads us into the secret world - or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect and decisions made in times of weakness. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 9adc65c | The outward manifestations of an inner combustion are never very directed. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 58b6b04 | So now what? What happens when words fail us? | Nick Hornby | ||
| b528640 | What went wrong? Nothing and everything. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 6fffeb9 | The truth about autobiographical songs, he realized, was that you had to make the present become the past, somehow: you had to take a feeling or a friend or a woman and turn whatever it was into something that was over, so that you could be definitive about it. You had to put it in a glass case and look at it and think about it until it gave up its meaning. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 1e23d65 | I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love her, it should not be out of ignorance. | Margaret George | ||
| 00364d4 | Things do not happen, we must make them happen | Margaret George | ||
| 1270cca | Listening to the music while stretching her body close to its limit, she was able to attain a mysterious calm. She was simultaneously the torturer and the tortured, the forcer and the forced. This sense of inner-directed self-sufficiency was what she wanted most of all. It gave her deep solace. | japanese murakami stretching | Haruki Murakami | |
| 626fbfb | But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one." | logic wisdom world | Haruki Murakami | |
| 0221963 | When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing. | serendipity synchronicity | Haruki Murakami | |
| 6c458de | You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper." | murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| 7256fc2 | All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything. In that way, we live our lives. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ccf507c | It feels like everything's been decided in advance that I'm following a path somebody else has already mapped out for me. It doesn't matter how much I think things over, how much effort I put into it. In fact, the harder I try, the more I lose my sense of who I am. It's like my identity's an orbit that I've strayed far away from, and that really hurts. But more than that, it scares me. Just thinking about it makes me flinch. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 924ed5c | The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f796c21 | When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood. | friction mood science | Haruki Murakami | |
| 5f3fca0 | The years nineteen and twenty are a crucial stage in the maturation of character, and if you allow yourself to become warped when you're that age, it will cause you pain when you're older. | books life morality youth | Haruki Murakami | |
| d5d06da | The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fcb7f55 | A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully. | Haruki Murakami |