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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| bdcaf1e | Just when the gods had ceased to be, and the Christ had not yet come, there was a unique moment in history, between Cicero and Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. | humanity religion classical rome | Gustave Flaubert | |
| f2b23a7 | Her own misery filled her heart--there was no room in it for other people's sorrow. | self-pity perspective | George Eliot | |
| 85c5abc | Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8a0bc54 | For she was a child, throwing bread to the ducks, between her parents who stood by the lake, holding her life in her arms which, as she neared them, grew larger and larger in her arms, until it became a whole life, a complete life, which she put down by them and said, "This is what I have made of it! This!" And what had she made of it? What, indeed?" -- | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a084a80 | The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging. | writer novelist | Virginia Woolf | |
| 20cb403 | A fine gentleman like that, they said, had no need of books. Let him leave books, they said, to the palsied or the dying. But worse was to come. For once the disease of reading has laid hold upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing. | writing | Virginia Woolf | |
| 23b8f4c | Night had come--night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b1a0cf2 | There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a542c3c | Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 6c65bcd | Keep not money, but keep good people's company. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 12716ee | 'khtfy wGb dhlk lmkhlwq ldhy lm ykn lh mn yHmyh , wldhy lm ykn `zyzan `ly 'Hd , wl shyqan blnsb@ l'Hd .. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 21a65ae | I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more... | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 96d1b96 | Through me is the way to the city of woe. Through me is the way to sorrow eternal. Through me is the way to the lost below. Justice moved my architect supernal. I was constructed by divine power, supreme wisdom, and love primordial. Before me no created things were. Save those eternal, and eternal I abide. Abandon all hope, you who enter. | stanley-lombardo-translation inferno hell | Dante Alighieri | |
| 0c3ac01 | The way we are living, | poetry living life choices | Seamus Heaney | |
| be16f57 | I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him. | David Gemmell | ||
| e857af4 | Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it. | death | David Gemmell | |
| dc3459c | Love is not about conquest. The truth is a man can only find true love when he surrenders to it. When he opens his heart to the partner of his soul and says: "Here it is! The very essence of me! It is yours to nurture or destroy." | David Gemmell | ||
| 12fefe2 | Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: "One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime." | tea | Beatrix Potter | |
| aac1f7e | War, in its fairest form, implies a perpetual violation of humanity and justice. | Edward Gibbon | ||
| ba5cb0a | Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul. | Sharon Creech | ||
| 174155b | Devotion is diligence without assurance. Faith is a way of saying "Yes, I pre-accept the terms of the universe and I embrace in advance what I am presently incapable of understanding." | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 631da2f | To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 82ea9da | I became a student of my own depressed experience, trying to unthread its causes. What was the root of all this despair? Was it psychological? (Was it Mom and Dad's fault?( Was it just temporal, a 'bad time' in my life? (When the divorce ends will the depression end with it?) Was it genetic? (Melancholy, called by many names, has run through my family for generations, along with its sad bride, Alcoholism.) Was it cultural? (Is this just the.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 5ef79ff | But never delude yourself into believing that you require someone else's blessing (or even their comprehension) in order to make your own creative work. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 38a2491 | And to this world, to this scene of tormented and agonised beings, who only continue to exist by devouring each other, in which, therefore, every ravenous beast is the living grave of thousands of others, and its self-maintenance is a chain of painful deaths; and in which the capacity for feeling pain increases with knowledge, and therefore reaches its highest degree in man, a degree which is the higher the more intelligent the man is; to t.. | philosophy englisch philosophie german | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 3f34136 | Many undoubtedly owe their good fortune to the circumstance that they possess a pleasing smile with which they win hearts. Yet these hearts would do better to beware and to learn from Hamlet's tables that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| cf64847 | Whether I will live a long time or a short time, I'm alive now, at this moment. What I want is to know that there are other things to hope for besides length of life. What I want to know is that it isn't necessary to turn away from thoughts of suffering or death but neither is it necessary to give these thoughts too much time and space. What I want is to be intimate with the knowledge that life is temporary. And then, in the light (or shado.. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| f0e70c1 | There you are. The sight of the changing world is miraculous and heartbreaking, both at the same time. --But so it is for me too. The heartbreaking side of growing old is not in the things around one but in oneself. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| bd5db63 | The way I approached a question, my habit of mind, the way I looked at things, what I took for granted - all this was myself and it did not seem to me that I could alter it. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| e0b7d51 | I truly and deeply wanted to kill him. And I believe I could have done it, with nothing but my hands. But all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Peter had an arm around me. "Let it go, Kade," he was whispering very gently, though his arm was nearly crushing me. "Open your fists," he said, "and let go of the coals." | letting-go forgiveness | David James Duncan | |
| 3af36cd | People can change. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 161cea0 | The world is always ending for someone. It's a good line. I give it to the father of the child. He says it to his wife. 'The world is always ending for someone,' he says. She is trying to quieten the baby, and does not hear him. I doubt that it would matter if she did. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 73e9fdb | Loki's green eyes flashed with anger and with admiration, for he loved a good trick as much as he hated being fooled. | fooled loki anger trick fool | Neil Gaiman | |
| f36e5f2 | So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 6497b95 | However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2ed738d | And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know... | youth | Neil Gaiman | |
| 96cbd3e | Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city. | migraine countryside suburbs city | Neil Gaiman | |
| b431fd8 | You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2cb3796 | I never fell. I don't care what they say. I'm still doing my job, as I see it. | choice | Neil Gaiman | |
| 9298a44 | They believe themselves Lucifer's equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him... to him we no longer speak. | lucifer hell | Neil Gaiman | |
| 79c6b0f | All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories--if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death. | stories | Neil Gaiman | |
| 85aeb11 | I believe we have an obligation to read for pleasure, in private and in public places. If we read for pleasure, if others see us reading, then we learn, we exercise our imaginations. We show others that reading is a good thing. | reading reading-habits | Neil Gaiman | |
| c781ba0 | Death has a body like a model, the clothes of a poet and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for fun, her ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for travelling to the 'sunless lands.' I wonder what she smells like? I'm sure it's fresh and clean and her laugh must be rinkly or maybe it's warm and chuckly, but whatever it is, Death laughs a lot. We talk about the 'miracle of birth' but what about the 'miracle.. | death sandman | Neil Gaiman | |
| dae22f8 | A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, you could squander everything. | Lorrie Moore |