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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7d5688b | A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to a friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, 'Everything is possible again.' It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| ed2fd2e | Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d3a1c56 | However, withered, I still feel myself to be exactly the same person I've always been. Hard to explain that to the young. we may look truly reptilian, but we're not a separate tribe. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f8182c0 | The luxury of being half-asleep, exploring the fringes of psychosis in safety. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 0f21bfc | He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. | work | Ian McEwan | |
| f5c6958 | When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Entering her. | kissing | Ian McEwan | |
| 6733706 | He never believed in fate or providence, or the future being made by someone in the sky. Instead, at every instant, a trillion trillion possible futures; the pickiness of pure chance and physical laws seemed like freedom from the scheming of a gloomy god. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f78db64 | There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one's own novel. | Franz Kafka | ||
| dc0cf76 | Is a novel anything but a trap set for a hero? | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8409a0d | The basis of the self is not thought but suffering, which is the most fundamental of all feelings. While it suffers, not even a cat can doubt its unique and uninterchangeable self. In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self. Suffering is the university of ego-centrism. | Milan Kundera | ||
| e260198 | Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety. At any rate that afforded me some comfort. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 573762a | Living for Sabina meant seeing. Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness. Perhaps that was what motivated Sabina's distaste for all extremism. Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 5d95e07 | What is human behavior, except trying to prove that we're not animals? | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 7d153a6 | Marcus couldn't believe it. Dead. A dead duck. OK, he'd been trying to hit it on the head with a piece of sandwich, but he tried to do all sorts of things, and none of them had ever happened before. He'd tried to get the highest score on the Stargazer machine in the kabab shop on Hornsey road - nothing. He'd tried to read Nicky's thoughts by staring at the back of his head every maths lesson for a week - nothing. It really annoyed him that .. | funny | Nick Hornby | |
| 378ae74 | Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 72ec383 | I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all. marie antoinette | Antonia Fraser | ||
| 8a6a8dc | Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The assholes are earning their college credits and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| aeb0e24 | But tomorrow I'll be a different person, never again the person I was. Not that anyone will notice after I'm back in Japan. On the outside nothing will be different. But something inside has burned up and vanished. Blood has been shed, and something inside me is gone. Head down, without a word, that makes its exit. The door opens; the door shuts. The light goes out. This is the last day for the person I am right now. The very last twiligh.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 57d41af | The world follows its own course. Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its own course. | life thoughts | Haruki Murakami | |
| d937f20 | From a distance, most things look beautiful. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5e31a5e | You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 43f59e5 | The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b805fcf | Latter-day capitalism. Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdi-vided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfash-ionable good, and ditto for bad. Within fashionable good, there's formal and then there's casual; there's hip, there's cool, there's trendy, there's snobbish. Mix 'n' match. Like pulling on a Missoni sweater over Trussardi slacks and Pollini shoes,.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f799560 | Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand) | feelings lies | Haruki Murakami | |
| 68619ee | I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct. | haruki murakami | ||
| e8fe8ea | You have to make an effort to always look at the good side, always think about the good things. Then you've got nothing to be afraid of. If something bad comes up, you do more thinking at that point. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 00642b6 | I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing."." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d462f2c | I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 435daf3 | Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror. | mirrors reflections seconds shrinking silence surreal time warped wavering | Haruki Murakami | |
| 181e83a | I'm scared," she said. "These days I feel like a snail without a shell." "I'm scared too," I said. "I feel like a frog without any webs." She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0753c16 | Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing. | spaghetti | Haruki Murakami | |
| 29f7ce2 | But just let me tell you something, son, a woman's love is like the morning dew, it's just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a rose. So you better just get over it. | Larry McMurtry | ||
| 8584148 | The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral seemed to be spotted with diamonds. A bush in the backyard was filled with little rainbows as the sun touched the dew. It was tribute enough to sunup that it could make even chaparral bushes look beautiful, Augustus thought, and he watched the p.. | visual-moments | Larry McMurtry | |
| 8897f27 | Historians are left forever chasing shadows, painfully aware of their inability ever to reconstruct a dead world in its completeness however thorough or revealing their documentation. We are doomed to be forever hailing someone who has just gone around the corner and out of earshot. | history | Simon Schama | |
| 9dad32f | It has been my experience that most human stories are circular rather than linear. Regardless of the path we choose, we somehow end up where we commenced - in part, I suspect, because the child who lives in us goes along for the ride. | James Lee Burke | ||
| 9051273 | It was great seeing Annie again. I realised what a terrific person she was and how fun it was just knowing her. And I thought of that old joke, you know. The guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, my brother's crazy. He thinks he's a chicken." and the doctor says, "well, why don't you turn him in?" and the guy says, "I would, but o need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships. You know, they're to.. | Woody Allen | ||
| 56adb7d | Move to a new country and you quickly see that visiting a place as a tourist, and actually moving there for good, are two very different things. | tourist travel | Tahir Shah | |
| 099658a | My most persistent memory of stand - up is of my mouth being in the present and my mind being in the future: the mouth speaking the line, the body delivering the gesture, while the mind looks back, observing, analyzing, judging, worrying, and then deciding when and what to say next. Enjoyment while performing was rare - enjoyment would have been an indulgent loss of focus that comedy cannot afford. | Steve Martin | ||
| b35a752 | both you and paintings are layered... first, ephemera and notations on the back of the canvas. Labels indicate gallery shows, museum shows, footprints in the snow, so to speak. Then pencil scribbles on the stretcher, usually by the artist, usually a title or date. Next the stretcher itself. Pine or something. Wooden triangles in the corners so the picture can be tapped tighter when the canvas becomes loose. Nails in the wood securing the pi.. | beauty painting | Steve Martin | |
| 14f8cf3 | But with your life you make a few bad decisions, get unlucky a few times, whatever, but you have to keep going, right? | goodness inspiration letting-go life love moving-on | Cecelia Ahern | |
| d523889 | nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs? | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| fff632e | then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place; when the anger runs out of system, loneliness steps in to take over. it's a never ending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| bf3b8bb | Perhaps I've been rushing my whole entire life, jumping into things headfirst without thinking them through. Running through the days without noticing the minutes. | Cecelia Ahern | ||
| 3cbe698 | Still a dreamer, yet more of a realist than ever before, I knew this was my time to sail. On the horizon I saw the shining future, as before. The difference now was that I felt the wind at my back. I was ready. | Chris Gardner |