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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 02a81aa | There are no reasons. She is obliged to be as she is. We all are. Reasons are in books. | Philip Roth | ||
| 0aa3496 | The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself or some one else, as he chooses. [...] The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. [...] What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giv.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| da7229f | How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 93bee2c | My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there-and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses. | Karen Russell | ||
| ca10967 | Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world has moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they change their minds about God, who would know? | god | Mitch Albom | |
| a846726 | That's the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn't it? We always have so many questions. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 51ceec6 | Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It's not so much, what's the point? It's more like, what's the difference? | ground-floor suicide loss death life give-up unheard giving-up difference purpose point | Mitch Albom | |
| 40ffac8 | Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 1640a0f | Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen." | Mitch Albom | ||
| 2cac1d8 | You say you should have died instead of me. But during my time on earth, people died instead of me, too. It happens every day. When lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that you might have been on. When your colleague falls ill and you do not. We think such things are random. But there is a balance to it all. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 365d064 | Happiness in a tablet. This is our world. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions are spent to advertise such drugs. And billions are spent purchasing them. You don't even need a specific trauma, just 'general depression' is enough, or anxiety, as if sadness is as treatable as the common cold. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 777ac3a | Who are you and what medications aren't you taking?" Finn said." | John Scalzi | ||
| cf47344 | Como ve, todos tenemos en nuestro interior los elementos necesarios para producir fosforo. Es mas, dejeme decirle algo que a nadie le he confiado. Mi abuela tenia una teoria muy interesante, decia que si bien todos nacemos con una caja de cerillos en nuestro interior, no los podemos encender solos, necesitamos como en el experimento, oxigeno y la ayuda de una vela. Solo que en este caso el oxigeno tiene que provenir, por ejemplo, del alient.. | tita | Laura Esquivel | |
| 40cec6e | These men were like leeches; they sucked away at the goodness of a woman's heart until it was dry and all her love had been used up. That took a long time, he knew, because women seemed to have vast reservoirs of goodness in them | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 06a6649 | The previously unloved may find it hard to believe that they are now loved; that is such a miracle, they feel; such a miracle. | life love miracles | Alexander McCall Smith | |
| 783de94 | We find what we are looking for in life, her father had once said to her, which was true--if you look for happiness, you will see it; if you look for distrust and envy and hatred--all those things--you will find those too. | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 63d5bac | And if there's bad behaviour," Mma Potokwane went on. "If there's bad behaviour, the quickest way of stopping it is to give more love. That always works, you know. People say we must punish when there is wrongdoing, but if you punish you're only punishing yourself. And what's the point of that?" | love punishment | Alexander McCall Smith | |
| e44fa79 | It did not seem possible that Wendy Wright had been born out of blood and internal organs like other people. In proximity to her he felt himself to be a squat, oily, sweating, uneducated nurt whose stomach rattled and whose breath wheezed. Near her he became aware of the physical mechanisms which kept him alive; within him machinery, pipes and valves and gas-compressors and fan belts had to chug away at a losing task, a labor ultimately doo.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 6c0d13c | A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this?-And-how many of us do know it? Not Lotze. Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. I suppose only a few are aware of all this. Isolated persons here and there. But the broad masses...what do they think? All these hundreds of thousands in this city, here. Do they imagine that they li.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 9fa46a2 | There, at her console, he dialed 594: pleased acknowledgement of husband's superior wisdom in all matters | superior husband sarcasm | Philip K. Dick | |
| 5bbb7a9 | You put on a bishop's robe and miter, he pondered, and walk around in that, and people bow and genuflect and like that, and try to kiss your ring, if not your ass, and pretty soon you're a bishop. So to speak. What is identity? he asked himself. Where does the act end? Nobody knows. | philosophical identity | Philip K. Dick | |
| 2898ab5 | One cannot judge by book being best seller. We all know that. Many best sellers are terrible trash. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| fa667b5 | The exegesis Fat labored on month after month struck me as a Pyrrhic victory if there ever was one -- in this case an attempt by a beleaguered mind to make sense out of the inscrutable. Perhaps this is the bottom line to mental illness: incomprehensible events occur; your life becomes a bin for hoax-like fluctuations of what used to be reality. And not only that -- as if that weren't enough -- but you, like Fat, ponder forever over these fl.. | reality | Philip K. Dick | |
| 38382f6 | Dio promette la vita eterna" disse Eldritch. "Io posso fare di meglio; posso metterla in commercio." -- | Philip K. Dick | ||
| cbe3252 | Perhaps your definition of your self-system lacks authentic boundaries. You've erected a precarious structure of personality on unconscious factors over which you have no control. That's why you feel threatened by me. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 9b54cf1 | After he saw God [Tony Amsterdam] felt really good, for around a year. And then he felt really bad. Worse than he ever had before in his life. Because one day it came over him, he began to realize, that he was never going to see God again; he was going to live out his whole remaining life, decades, maybe fifty years, and see nothing but what he had always seen. What we see. He was worse off than if he hadn't seen God. He told me one day he .. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 54008c8 | Many men talk like philosophers and live like fools. | philosophers talk | Philip K. Dick | |
| 8094645 | Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 2b12267 | Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp. | science-fiction | Philip K. Dick | |
| bffdbad | The odd thing in this world is that an eager-beaver type, with no original ideas, who mimes those in authority above him right to the last twist of necktie and scrape of chin, always gets noticed. Gets selected. Rises. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| b0245b3 | Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 11a4ce5 | What a tragic realm this is, he reflected. Those down here are prisoners, and the ultimate tragedy is that they don't know it; they think they are free because they have never been free, and do not understand what it means. | reality philosophy | Philip K. Dick | |
| 3a00770 | In a one-party system there is always a landslide. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 6429648 | Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| e38f9f3 | I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| f7b0b23 | He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person. | furtive journal insane | Philip K. Dick | |
| 9f5f230 | What was on the other side?" Donna said, "He said there was another world on the other side. He could see it." "He... never went through it?" "That's why he kicked the shit out of everything in his apartment; he never thought of going through it, he just admired the doorway and then later he couldn't see it at all and it was too late. It opened for him a few days and then it was closed and gone forever." | opportunities | Philip K. Dick | |
| 72f337d | You learn to get by from day to day," Sam Regan said sympathetically to him. "You never think in longer terms. Just until dinner or until time for bed; very finite intervals and tasks and pleasures. Escapes." | Philip K. Dick | ||
| d89cb28 | Metabolism, he reflected, is a burning process, an active furnace. When it ceases to function, life is over. They must be wrong about hell, he said to himself. Hell is cold; everything there is cold. The body means weight and heat; now weight is a force which I am succumbing to, and heat, my heat, is slipping away. And, unless I become reborn, it will never return. This is the destiny of the universe. So at least I won't be alone. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| f53ddb3 | kln mdynwn bHytn lGyrn | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| de5e4a3 | And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| ecac852 | It's a dangerous business, going out your door. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| ae5c2a9 | There is nothing one fears more or is more ashamed of than not being oneself. Yet few people realize even an approximation of their true potential. Most people must live with varying degrees of the shame and fear of not being fully in control of themselves. | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 45fba54 | The boys eat happily looking into each other's eyes. Blood runs down their chins. | William S. Burroughs |