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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 952f3b7 | You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 39ff76f | I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you can rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff | Annie Dillard | ||
| 74e1911 | The garden is one of the two great metaphors for humanity. The garden is about life and beauty and the impermanence of all living things. The garden is about feeding your children, providing food for the tribe. It's part of an urgent territorial drive that we can probably trace back to animals storing food. It's a competitive display mechanism, like having a prize bull, this greed for the best tomatoes and English tea roses. It's about winn.. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 2121923 | So Rita and I decided that the most subversive, revolutionary thing I could do was to show up for my life and not be ashamed. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 23d7429 | Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit. | meaning prayer trouble | Anne Lamott | |
| e0a431d | It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 5631627 | You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| d5ceb34 | He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons. | dancing | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 61b78a4 | As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and Uncle James's letter about Cousin Mabel's peculiar behaviour is being shot round the family circle ('Please read this carefully and send it on Jane') the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor - and, according to my nearest and dearest, practica.. | wodehouse | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| e18b1c8 | The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by the party of the second part's glamour. Put it like this: the male sex is divided into rabbits and non-rabbits and the female sex into dashers and dormice, and the trouble is that the male rabbit has a way of getting attracted by the female das.. | love misfortune trouble | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 0c67d16 | Only two kinds of daughters, she shouted in Chinese. Those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind! | Amy Tan | ||
| 2484759 | I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there. I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a fairy-tale functioning happily in the post-World War II gothic of America before television crippled the imagination and turned people indoors and away from living out their own fantasies with dignity. Anyway, I just kept getting smaller and s.. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 87cda73 | I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 1b51d37 | I can imagine few worse fates than walking around for the rest of one's life wearing a typo. | typo | Anne Fadiman | |
| 65d3c1c | When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. | young-adult-fiction young-adult-romance | Simone Elkeles | |
| 5360933 | Maggie squeezes my hand. It's a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first. | love okay trust | Simone Elkeles | |
| 5d83a0b | In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged. Just as we are created anew by what we love, so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| bbbb3bf | Between shame and shamelessness lies the axis upon which we turn; meteorological conditions at both these poles are of the most extreme, ferocious type. Shamelessness, shame: the roots of violence. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 1df3574 | What's the use of stories that aren't even true? | Salman Rushdie | ||
| d113125 | But human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions. Partial beings, in all the senses of that phrase. Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old films, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because our sense of what is the case is constructed from such inade.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 7d7d687 | You can get anywhere in Pakistan if you know people, even into jail. | pakistan | Salman Rushdie | |
| bfc06f4 | Our lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no longer our own, individual, discrete. | stories | Salman Rushdie | |
| 93bd646 | All migrants leave their pasts behind, although some try to pack it into bundles and boxes-but on the journey something seeps out of the treasured mementoes and old photographs, until even their owners fail to recognize them, because it is the fate of migrants to be stripped of history, to stand naked amidst the scorn of strangers upon whom they see rich clothing, the brocades of continuity and the eyebrows of belonging.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| efd2961 | A warrior takes his lot, whatever it may be, and accepts it in ultimate humbleness. He accepts in humbleness what he is, not as a grounds for regret but as a living challenge. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| dc48207 | If one is to succeed in anything, the success must come gently, with a great deal of effort but with no stress or obsession. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| a8a3632 | He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he's not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator -- though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed. | life love | John Barth | |
| 1687050 | Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5f4aefe | All of Creation's a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 763805e | Let life be short, else shame will be too long. | Shakespeare William | ||
| bf4b109 | Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. | enemies prohibitions | William Shakespeare | |
| eeb1e24 | I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.(IAGO,ActI,SceneI) | William Shakespeare | ||
| df4cc93 | You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me. | William Shakespeare | ||
| c3180bf | Beatrice: He that hath a beard is more than a youth,and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me; and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. | William Shakespeare | ||
| c88547f | Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind"." | William Shakespeare | ||
| cc10a4f | William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. | die fade shakespeare-in-love william-shakespeare | Marc Norman | |
| ce77916 | He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. | men | William Shakespeare | |
| 17a96ae | No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en | positive-reinforcement studying | William Shakespeare | |
| 1344a57 | We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2 | humor shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| 44b283f | One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. | William Shakespeare | ||
| fcbc5e4 | The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night... | William Shakespeare | ||
| 1b029d2 | What a piece of work is a man! How noble in Reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 8030e2c | It's not my fate to give up--I know it can't be. | Henry James | ||
| cadb2d7 | There were several ways of understanding her: there was what she said, and there was what she meant, and there was something between the two, that was neither. | Henry James | ||
| 897bc9c | When you have lived as long as I, you will see that every human being has his shell, and that you must take the shell into acount. By the shell I mean the whole envelope of circumstances. There is no such thing as an isolated man or woman; we are each of us made up of a cluster of apurtenances. What do you call one's self? Where does it begin? Where does it end? It overflows into everythng tht belongs to us - and then flows back again. (..... | Henry James |