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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d50868e | Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don't blame me blame my pen. By such displacements does the fearful imagination defend itself. | muses paper pen writer writing | Anne Fadiman | |
| 3f4dcb9 | Believe me, I know people who have doting Grandmas. Jessica's Grandma Pearl spent four years knitting her a blanket. And she's got arthritis. I wonder what Grandma Pearl would think if she knew Jessica lost her virginity to Michael Greenberg under the blanket she spent four years knitting with her crooked fingers. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| a06a72a | I want a one hundred percent guarantee that they'll all be fine." I tell Mrs. Garcia. She pats my knee. "Unfortunately, there are no guarantees in life." | mrs-garcia | Simone Elkeles | |
| 1d239e9 | there's no rule book or game plan when it comes to the grim realities of our lives. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| c9e5b55 | You make me believe in love, which I'd give up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale. | love lovers-love-story | Simone Elkeles | |
| a2faf97 | When you pray for what you most want in the world, its opposite comes along with it. I was given a woman whom I truly loved and who truly loved me. The opposite side of such a love is the pain of its loss. I can only feel such pain today because until yesterday I knew that love. | love | Salman Rushdie | |
| 4af0cea | Abraham Zogoiby covered his face that night in August 1939 because he had been assailed by fear, [...] a sudden apprehension that the ugliness of life might defeat its beauty; that love did not make lovers invulnerable. Nevertheless, he thought, even if the world's beauty and love were on the edge of destruction, theirs would still be the only side to be on; defeated love would still be love, hate's victory would not make it other than it w.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| a489c83 | Freedom is not a tea party, India. Freedom is a war. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 89342dd | Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed in this hidden truth the way other men believed in God or love, believed that truth was in fact always hidden, that the a.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| e4dd9a2 | for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainty, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers' seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our drea.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 8a4330e | My heart broke open and history fell in. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 8cb02a9 | One Kashmiri morning in the early spring of 1915, my grandfather Aadam Aziz hit his nose against a frost-hardened tussock of earth while attempting to pray. Three drops of blood plopped out of his left nostril, hardened instantly in the brittle air and lay before his eyes on the prayer-mat, transformed into rubies. Lurching back until he knelt with his head once more upright, he found that the tears which had sprung to his eyes had solidifi.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 130e966 | A people that has remained convinced of its greatness and invulnerability, that has chosen to believe such a myth in the face of all the evidence, is a people in the grip of a kind of sleep, or madness. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| b16106a | They lived in a great city, a metropolis of many narratives that converged briefly and then separated for ever, discovering their different dooms in that crowd of stories through which all of us, following our own destinies, had to push and shove to find our way through, or out. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| eaf97e5 | This may be the curse of human race . Not that we are different from one anther , but we are so alike . | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 2a7e18e | A man who catches History's eye is thereafter bound to a mistress from whom he will never escape. | history | Salman Rushdie | |
| 15ba25f | When we stop believing in the gods we can start believing in their stories. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 690cbca | Life is fury, he'd thought. Fury -- sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal -- drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths. Out of furia comes creation, inspiration, originality, passion, but also violence, pain, pure unafraid destruction, the giving and receiving of blows from which we never recover. The Furies pursue us; Shiva dances his furious dance to create and also to destroy. But never mind about gods! Sara ranting at hi.. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| 341b0ea | It is all for love. Which is a wonderful and dashing matter. But which can also be a very foolish thing. | Salman Rushdie | ||
| e7fe7c3 | She was a marvel. She did exactly as she pleased all her life, God bless her. | John Berendt | ||
| e8c1962 | The hardest thing in the world is for a warrior to let others be. | Carlos Castaneda | ||
| f160d90 | Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 8d4afcc | Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be | William Shakespeare | ||
| 58c28d6 | Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself. | drama english-literature | William Shakespeare | |
| 07d3ffb | thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 66fe605 | How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it! | William Shakespeare | ||
| a55b86f | Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth | William Shakespeare | ||
| be2d574 | It puzzles the will. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 9fb653a | It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. | William Shakespeare | ||
| eba07bc | I have drunk and seen the spider. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 34ded0f | Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 84bbc57 | Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. | insult | William Shakespeare | |
| 62bd6d7 | Love is holy. | love quotes quotes-to-live-by shakespeare | William Shakespeare | |
| e59b339 | My drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 7412cb5 | Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts? | William Shakespeare | ||
| 49967d1 | Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time. | nights passage-of-time time | William Shakespeare | |
| 6678954 | BEATRICE Is he not approved in the height a villain that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour - O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 5fe54b2 | The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud,if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues. | William Shakespeare | ||
| d4d29cf | I have supped full with horrors. | William Shakespeare | ||
| 4a3f558 | She took refuge on the firm ground of fiction, through which indeed there curled the blue river of truth. | fiction knowledge truth | Henry James | |
| 047a494 | He hated it as if he were about to love it--unforgivingly, irrationally, sadly. | Mark Helprin | ||
| 281996a | A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will project itself on someone else so we have no choice but to engage. | self shadow spirit | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| bfaba64 | I admire how she protects her energy and understands her limitations. | self-knowledge | Terry Tempest Williams | |
| 992e377 | If so, then it was also here where I came to know I can survive what hurts. I believed in my capacity to stand back up and run into the waves again and again, no matter the risk. | ocean risk run running stand-back-up survival survive waves | Terry Tempest Williams |