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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d86f792 | I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide - sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself. | Alice Munro | ||
| 47c45af | What can I do to help thee?" he asked. "Believe there is a tomorrow." | James Clavell | ||
| 8a73161 | This possibility was not flattering to me; it was terrifying. There were other things a guy could think I was, and he wouldn't be entirely wrong - nice, or loyal, or maybe interesting. Not that I was always any of those thing, but in certain situations, it was conceivable. But to be seen as pretty was to be fundamentally misunderstood. First of all, I wasn't pretty, and on top of that I didn't take care of myself like a pretty girl did; I w.. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 8dcdb72 | Being raised in an unstable household makes you understand that the world doesn't exist to accommodate you, which... is something a lot of people struggle to understand well into their adulthood. It makes you realize how quickly a situation can shift, how danger really is everywhere. But crises when the occur, do not catch you off guard; you have never believed you lived under a shelter of some essential benevolence. And an unstable childho.. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| fef8987 | Chickens can do many things, but they cannot make sophisticated deals with humans. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 43b033f | She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| caff76d | It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 7c661f0 | I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. | love | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 84af0a8 | Pessimism is too easy, even delicious, the badge and plume of intellectuals everywhere. It absolves the thinking classes of solutions. We excite ourselves with dark thoughts in plays, poems, novels, movies. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 002eb99 | I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 97cfeee | Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair. Just when everything seems over with, new forces come marching up, and precisely that means that you are alive. And if they don't, then everything is over with here, once and for all. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 8e966ac | All this time he was sitting up in bed and looking at the woman who was lying beside him and holding his hand in her sleep. He felt an ineffable love for her. Her sleep must have been very light at the moment because she opened her eyes and gazed up at him questioningly. "What are you looking at?" she asked. He knew that instead of waking her he should lull her back to sleep, so he tried to come up with an answer that would plant the image.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d000bda | The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic. | feelings | Milan Kundera | |
| 1c00f02 | What does it mean to live in truth? Putting it negatively is easy enough: it means not lying, not hiding, and not dissimulating. | truth | Milan Kundera | |
| 920f35b | Revolution in Love'. Can you tell me what you mean by that? Do you want free love as against bourgeois marriage, or monogamy as against bourgeois promiscuity? | love marriage monogamy promiscuity | Milan Kundera | |
| c1d8f01 | Man reckons with immortality, and forgets to reckon with death. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d9c5d4f | She was aware that in love even the most passionate idealism will not rid the body's surface of its terrible, basic importance. | image love relationships sex | Milan Kundera | |
| 4634245 | Speed is the form of ecstasy the technical revolution has bestowed on man. As opposed to a motorcyclist, the runner is always present in his body, forever required to think about his blisters, his exhaustion; when he runs he feels his weight, his age, more conscious than ever of himself and of his time of life. This all changes when man delegates the faculty of speed to a machine: from then on, his own body is outside the process, and he gi.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| c68da8b | For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 4015796 |
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| ad48c5e | I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 0d1a05d | When the language one identifies with is far away, one does everything possible to keep it alive. Because words bring back everything: the place, the people, the life, the streets, the life, the sky, the flowers, the sounds. When you live without your own language you feel weightless and, at the same time, overloaded. Your breathe another type of air, at a different altitude. You are always aware of the difference. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 52e02df | On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl. | food | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| e2c04d6 | Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| f9dcd54 | sometimes I think I've got this hard kernel in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if I can really love anybody. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dfab0ed | Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d67f992 | You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ca201a8 | You have to look!" Johnnie Walker commanded. "That's another one of our rules. Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in, Mr. Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand sti.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 7b0926d | Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress? | love seduction sex women | Haruki Murakami | |
| c373244 | She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fc2a80e | What's really important here," I whispered loudly to myself,"is not the big things other people have thought up, but the small things you, yourself have" | pithy | Haruki Murakami | |
| cb3dc31 | It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 28e2e38 | Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemed a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn't even there anymore. You're left with this pile of kittens lolling all over one another. Warm with life, hopelessly unst.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 63f324c | If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8846654 | I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8964647 | It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| b077226 | Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 66dbfda | You are a pastel-colored Persian carpet, and loneliness is a Bordeaux wine stain that won't come out | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6372e02 | Judging the mistakes of strangers is an easy thing to do - and it feels pretty good. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a3bd262 | Force yourself to explain it and you create lies. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0d6de32 | As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0b9ae53 | m yj`l mn 'swy hw 'n n`rf 'nn lsn b'swy. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 25a7024 | This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope. | life | Haruki Murakami | |
| 4890047 | Ever since I was little my mother had told me, if you don't know something, go to the library and look it up. | Haruki Murakami |