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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 362d420 | What greater happiness is there than the privilege of being bored together? | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 9787326 | I'm not smarter than you, I'm more knowledgeable than you, and that's only because I'm older than you. Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than their parents. | fiction parents | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| ee44c32 | The difference between conceding and accepting is depression. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 1ad9363 | If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 98e81bc | Only humans can cry tears. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 62e7694 | And yet and yet - the last secret of the tree of codes is that nothing can ever reach a definite conclusion. Nowhere as much as there do we feel possibilities shaken by the nearness of realization. The atmosphere becomes possibilities and we shall wander and make a thousand mistakes. We shall wander along yet not be able to understand. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 2337939 | AND IF WE ARE TO STRIVE FOR A BETTER FUTURE, MUSTN'T WE BE FAMILIAR AND RECONCILED WITH OUR PAST? | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 6405832 | When the pages are in the typewriter, I can't see his face. In that way i am choosing you over him. I don't need to see him. I don't need to know if he is looking up at me. It's not even that I trust him not to leave. I know this won't last. I'd rather be me than him. The words are coming so easily. The pages are coming easily. At the end of my dream, Eve put the apple back on the branch. The tree went back into the ground. It became a sapl.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 27864b8 | How easily this unthinking family love was forgotten. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 4d19434 | If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing. | metamorphosis | Franz Kafka | |
| 91f2ec0 | Lost among these entirely strange people. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 633b142 | It isn't easy to understand exactly what she is saying, for one doesn't know whether she is speaking ironically or seriously, it's mostly serious, but sounds ironic. - "Stop interpreting everything!" said K." | Franz Kafka | ||
| 298ca3a | But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1b2309a | lm ykwn mtHdyn bHnn laW fy llyl 'thn lnwm. kn ymskn dy'man b'ydyhm ftuns~ `ndy'dh lhwy@ (hwy@ Dw lnhr) lty knt tfSl bynhm. wlkn hdhh llyly lm tkn t`Ty twms l lwqt wl lwsyl@ lHmyth wl`tn bh. ldhlk fhw `ndm kn yrh fy lSbH ynqbD qlbh wyrtjf khwfan mn 'jlh: knt tbdw Hzyn@ wmtw`k@. | sex psychological political religion love philosophy جنس friedrich-nietzche milan-kundera neitzsche اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته ميلان-كونديرا نيتشه علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة religion-and-philoshophy حب philosophy-of-life friedrich-nietzsche sociology novel psychology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| 37ea4e2 | Yes, the essence of every love is a child, and it makes no difference at all whether it has ever actually been conceived or born. In the algebra of love a child is the symbol of the magical sum of two beings. | sensual literary-fiction | Milan Kundera | |
| 4d7d700 | The psychological and physiological mechanism of love is so complex that at a certain period in his life a young man must concentrate all his energy on coming to grips with it, and in this way he misses the actual content of the love: the woman he loves. (In this he is much like a young violinist who cannot concentrate on the emotional content of a piece until the technique required to play it comes automatically.) | Milan Kundera | ||
| bd832a1 | 'n nHb 'Hdan shfq@ bh fhdh y`ny 'nn l nHbh Hqan | Milan Kundera | ||
| a5a4c16 | Do you suppose the human race invented boredom to make the prospect of death more palatable? | C.D. Payne | ||
| 1d6c73d | Phone calls like ours only happen when you've spent several years hurting and being hurt, until every work you utter or hear becomes coded and loaded, as complicated and full of subtext as a bleak and brilliant play. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 19b1765 | It's love this and love that but of couse it's so easy to love someone you don't know, whether it's George Clooney or Monkey. Staying civil to someone with whom you've ever shared Christmas turkey- now there's a miracle. | Nick Hornby | ||
| a2a4bc5 | It takes a child to say the unsayable. | Nick Hornby | ||
| ca3d27a | Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 5ac9461 | In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery. | Margaret George | ||
| 19bf3b6 | With children the clock is reset. We forget what came before | motherhood parenting | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 8bfdb26 | How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy. | depression borderline-personality-disorder bpd dissociation dissociative-identity-disorder | Haruki Murakami | |
| 07dc859 | How about Proust's In Search of Lost Time?" Tamaru asked. "If you've never read it this would be a good opportunity to read the whole thing." "Have you read it?" "No, I haven't been in jail, or had to hide out for a long time. Someone once said unless you have those kinds of opportunities, you can't read the whole of Proust." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 05b5b01 | Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me. | haruki-murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| d4a220a | Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| d220e45 | Shimamoto was in charge of the records. She'd take one from its jacket, place it carefully on the turntable without touching the grooves with her fingers, and, after making sure to brush the cartridge free of any dust with a tiny brush, lower the needle ever so gently onto the record. When the record was finished, she'd spray it and wipe it with a felt cloth. Finally she'd return the record to its jacket and its proper place on the shelf. H.. | music records imagery | Haruki Murakami | |
| 1077fa7 | Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's what part of it means to be alive. But inside our heads -- at least that's where I imagine it -- there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things.. | library loss life little-room lost-opportunity | Haruki Murakami | |
| df932f8 | My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. "Hold tight," I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 79a6a1a | I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 6f14449 | Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5b5c26e | I decided to make spaghetti for lunch again. Not that I was the least bit hungry. But I couldn't just go on sitting on the sofa, waiting for the phone to ring. I had to move my body, to begin working toward some goal. I put water in a pot, turned on the gas, and until it boiled I would make tomato sauce while listening to an FM broadcast. The radio was playing an unaccompanied violin sonata by Bach. The performance itself was excellent, but.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a9b28bc | Every person has their own colour. | person | Haruki Murakami | |
| 889c4bc | As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside. | norwegian-wood | Haruki Murakami | |
| 2e2f6fb | Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 59a10de | Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 3809aa8 | Scientists, therefore, are responsible for their research, not only intellectually but also morally. This responsibility has become an important issue in many of today's sciences, but especially so in physics, in which the results of quantum mechanics and relativity theory have opened up two very different paths for physicists to pursue. They may lead us - to put it in extreme terms - to the Buddha or to the Bomb, and it is up to each of us.. | Fritjof Capra | ||
| 8bb92c3 | It's good to be in love. | Kim Edwards | ||
| 75e263f | I do not often laugh, sir, as you may perceive by the air of my countenance; but nevertheless, I retain the privilege of laughing when I please. | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| f8481a7 | Lord, grant that my work increase knowledge and help other men. Failing that, Lord, grant that it will not lead to man's destruction. Failing that, Lord, grant that my article in Brain be published before the destruction takes place. | Walker Percy | ||
| 1edea85 | I was also sick of my neighbors, as most Parisians are. I now knew every second of the morning routine of the family upstairs. At 7:00 am alarm goes off, boom, Madame gets out of bed, puts on her deep-sea divers' boots, and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor, then, apparently dragging several sledgehammers each, stampede into the kitchen. They grab their chunks of baguette .. | kids family cannonball cartoon cartwheel ceiling deep-sea-divers-boots kangaroo madame megaphone sledgehammers stampede floor urine yelling neighbors tv bed routine morning toilet kitchen parisians school | Stephen Clarke | |
| 38e3075 | It was one of those great spring days, it was Sunday, and you knew summer would be coming soon. And I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park and come back to the apartment. We were just sort of sitting around and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong, which was music I grew up with, and it was very, very pretty, and I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there. And I remember thinking to myself how ter.. | Woody Allen |