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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1fa7c18 | Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3b0d443 | That is what I find so wonderful, that not a day goes by....hardly a day, without some addition to one's knowledge however trifling, the addition I mean, provided one takes the pains. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4106298 | All I know is that the hours are long... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 13fd160 | mdh `ly 'n 'f`l? 'rqb lnfdhh ,'Tlq l`nn lalmy , l`jzy,'GS,wsqT,'nhD,w'GS, w'ftrD ,w'nkr, 'w'kd w'Grq .'Gdr nfsy bsrwr 'ql . | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 03e6516 | kn yjb 'n 'qwl dhlk mndh zmn ,ny 'ktb `n dhty blqlm nfsh wfy lkrs@ `ynh, wlkn lm '`d 'n f'n shkhS akhr bd' lltw Hyth ! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 9d39af0 | ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget. | english-theatre waiting-for-godot samuel-beckett tragicomedy modernism | Samuel Beckett | |
| f0c63ed | I could die today, if I wished, merely by making a little effort, if I could wish, if I could make an effort. But it is just as well to let myself die, quietly, without rushing things. Something must have changed. I will not weigh upon the balance any more, one way or the other. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 20a49e7 | It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution. | philosophy existentialism | Samuel Beckett | |
| 87b9fbb | No, no- the sky will grow dark, cold rain will fall and all trace of the right way will be blotted out. You will be all alone. And still you will have to go on. There will be ghosts in the dark and voices in the air, disgusting prophecies coming true I wouldn't wonder and absent faces present on every side, as the man said. And still you will have to go on. The last bridge will fall behind you and the last lights will go out, followed by th.. | perseverance | Richard Adams | |
| 05fbea2 | Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their dancing feet. | fiction humor | Judy Allen | |
| a2b5c59 | El me destrozo el corazon. Tu destrozaste mi vida. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 487a0e6 | in a sense, all poetry is positional: to try to express one's position in regard to the universe embraced by consciousness, is an immemorial urge. The arms of consciousness reach out and grope, and the longer they are the better. Tentacles, not wings, are Apollo's natural members. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b1e10db | I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| c380717 | Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ec81561 | These little things make all the great difference. When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness. Of course you may be too much of a fool to go wrong--too dull even to know you are being assaulted by the powers of darkness. I take it no fool ever made a bargain for his soul with the devil. The fool is too much of a fool or the devil too much of a devil--I don't know which. Or yo.. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| f8460d5 | Haley and I would talk for hours about which member of 'N Sync we'd want to marry. After long deliberation, the answer was always J. C. Chasez. Joey Fatone's last name was going to be "Fat One" no matter how great he was, and even though they didn't know at their age that Lance Bass was gay outright, they sensed he'd make a better good friend and confidante. As for Justin Timberlake, well, JT was the coolest and hottest, but too flashy, so .. | humor life ideal-man jc-chasez jt n-sync | Mindy Kaling | |
| c410508 | Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 23a79c8 | Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 24ab8a6 | For God's sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces. | humanity reflection machines thought monkeys | D.H. Lawrence | |
| 686df02 | He's got this thing about Canada. He says it's like America only with health care and no guns, and you can live up to your potential there and not have to worry about what society thinks or about getting sick or getting shot. | humor | Ruth Ozeki | |
| 360435e | In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises. | rockandroll yoga me | Jim Morrison | |
| d0b1101 | I guess all that's left is to love the fire. | Norman Mailer | ||
| 9e7a2f3 | There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f747bde | All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ea9ec6a | Maybe you could just keep that in reserve. Maybe just take a shot at startin over. I dont mean start again. Everybody's done that. Over means over. It means you walk away. I mean, if everthing you are and everthing you have and everthing you have done has brought you at last to the bottom of a whiskey bottle or bought you a one way ticket on the Sunset Limited then you cant give me the first reason on God's earth for salvagin none of it. Ca.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0e183fc | He told the boy that although he was huerfano still he must cease his wanderings and make for himself some place in the world because to wander in this way would become for him a passion and by this passion he would become estranged from men and so ultimately from himself. He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f3acdf3 | They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectura.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| de64151 | Invent nothing, deny nothing, speak up, stand up, stay out of school. | David Mamet | ||
| d4f8ca3 | I cannot imagine a sorrier pursuit than struggling for years to write a book that attempts to appeal to people who do not read in the first place. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 604f338 | I pray not to be such a whiny, self-obsessed baby, and give thanks that I am not quite as bad as I used to be (talk about miracles). Then something comes up, and I overreact and blame and sulk, and it feels like I haven't made any progress at all. But it turns out I'm less of a brat than before, and I hit the reset button much sooner, shake it off, and get my sense if humor back. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 63ee338 | Most humbling of all is to comprehend the lifesaving gift that your pit crew of people has been for you, and all the experiences you have shared, the journeys together, the collaborations, births and deaths, divorces, rehab, and vacations, the solidarity you have shown one another. Every so often you realize that without all of them, your life would be barren and pathetic. It would be Death of a Salesman, though with e-mail and texting. | gratitude | Anne Lamott | |
| cc42d89 | I realized I was going to get through this disappointing service, and anyway, you have to be somewhere: better here, where I have heard truth spoken so often, than, say, at the DMV, or home alone, orbiting my own mind. And it's good to be out where others can see you, so you can't be your ghastly spoiled self. It forces you to act slightly more elegantly, and this improves your thoughts, and thereby the world. | religion humor | Anne Lamott | |
| eb0e6d3 | To participate requires self-discipline and trust and courage, because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, as my friend Dale puts it, How alive am I willing to be? | Anne Lamott | ||
| 5444f84 | One young woman's tribute describes unwrapping her cadaver's hands and being brought up short by the realization that the nails were painted pink. "The pictures in the anatomy atlas did not show nail polish", she wrote. "Did you choose the color? Did you think that I would see it? I wanted to tell you about the inside of your hands. I want you to know you are always there when I see patients. When I palpate an abdomen, yours are the organs .. | Mary Roach | ||
| ef867bc | Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through. | humour wodehouse motto | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 25b461f | It was a silver cow. But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow. This was a sinister, leering, Underworld sort of animal, the kind that would spit out of the side of its mouth for twopence. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 102961a | It was a distorted form of inverse logic: If hopes never come true, then hope for what you don't want. | Amy Tan | ||
| 3b3b7c1 | Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears. | strength-through-adversity tears | Amy Tan | |
| 698f41f | what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| c063aa0 | I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While" to "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn't nearly so important; it comes in its own time." | Eudora Welty | ||
| b071a41 | the qualifications that I have to speak on world affairs are exactly the same ones has, and has, or anybody in the Political Science Department, professional historians--none, none that you don't have. The only difference is, I don't pretend to have qualifications, nor do I pretend that qualifications are needed. I mean, if somebody were to ask me to give a talk on quantum physics, I'd refuse--because I don't understand enough. But worl.. | qualifications world-affairs | Noam Chomsky | |
| e070f85 | Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| ff0455e | I brought a condom," I tell her when I slide her panties down. We're both hot and sweaty, and I can't resist hr anymore. "I did, too," she whispers against my neck. "But we might not be able to use it." "Why not?" I expect her to tell em this was all a mistake, that she really didn't mean to get me all hot and bothered just to tell me I'm not worthy enough to take her virginity, but it's the truth. She clears her throat. "It all d-d-depends.. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 92d3692 | A summer apart changes people.s | Simone Elkeles |