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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cab89dc | mn l'fDl 'l nnm , l'n lHy@ stSbH 'kthr `T | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 0e6da23 | In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory. | recollection nostalgia | Gabriel García Márquez | |
| 1d9c31a | l`lm sytkhwzq `ndm ysfr lbshr f~ `rb@ ldrj@ lwl~ w ldb f~ `rb@ lshHn | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 8154e0b | My desire was no less than before, you understand, but I no longer identified with the desire. Perhaps that is why taking them too seriously, we not only increase our susceptibility to disappointment, we actually create a climate inhospitable to the free and easy fulfillment of those desires. | Tom Robbins | ||
| e008b5e | How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them, and that in turn is determined not by any potentially accurate overview of another's personality but rather by the tension and balance that exist in our daily relationships. | Tom Robbins | ||
| dbc5a61 | I'm an outlaw, not a hero. I never intended to rescue you. We're our own dragons as well as heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 06db27b | Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going | humans | Tom Robbins | |
| b1738d2 | I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 36a2ca3 | Poetry, the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous newspapers named The Sun, none called The Moon) and is devoted to the inessential. | Tom Robbins | ||
| 3298414 | We risk missing out on joy when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary. | Brené Brown | ||
| c94a9f3 | Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original way--then because they also have depression, I think they're more in touch with human suffering. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 0e68273 | I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly. | tears | Joan Didion | |
| 1279add | The past could be jettisoned . . . but seeds got carried. | history | Joan Didion | |
| b805011 | An unreal world was much bigger than a real world, and there was more than enough room in it to be yourself and not yourself at the same time. | Paul Auster | ||
| a3d67e1 | Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day. | Paul Auster | ||
| b58ac10 | It was never possible for him to be where he was. For as long as he lived, he was somewhere else, between here and there. But never really here. And never really there. | Paul Auster | ||
| fcb5137 | l ywjd m hw 'fZ` mn mwjh@ mt`lqt rjl myt. lh Hy@ wm`n~ bHyth, w`ndm tnthy Hy@ lnsn ttGyr Tby`@ 'shyh ll'bd. | Paul Auster | ||
| 96ebef7 | lns ytmsWkwn bl`tqd b'nh mhm knt l'shy fy lmDy syy'@, fnh 'fDl mn l'shy lan. wm knt `lyh qbl ywmyn hw 'fDl mm knt `lyh Ht~ fy l'ms lqryb. wklm 'wGltu fy lmDy, yuSbH l`lm 'jml wmrGwban 'kthr | Paul Auster | ||
| 3ddb0b1 | I learned that books are never finished, that it is possible for stories to go on writing themselves without an author. | Paul Auster | ||
| d1a9c0e | books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, | William Wordsworth | ||
| 55926aa | Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! | William Golding | ||
| f552917 | The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the bloo.. | William Golding | ||
| f00747e | Are we savages or what? | William Golding | ||
| c45d1e8 | The shadow of years was not as big on his small body. He knew I was away . But when people left they always came back. | Alice Sebold | ||
| f51f35d | As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 66e2189 | Programs of a political nature are important of social quality that can be effective only if the underlying structure of social values is right. The social values are right only if the individual values are right. The place to improve the world is first in one's heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 5f46186 | Mental reflection is so much more interesting than TV it's a shame more people don't switch over to it. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| a289213 | What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua...that's the only name I can think of for it...like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, this America, the one that we are now in, an old-time series of popular talks intended to edify and entertain, improve the mind and bring culture and enlightenment to the ears and thoughts of the hearer. The Chautauquas were pushed aside by faster-paced radio, movies and TV, and it.. | philosophy | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| c7dea08 | It's such a waste to be subtle and vicious with people who don't even know that you're being subtle and vicious | Ayn Rand | ||
| d311dc8 | The cult of moral grayness is a revolt against moral values. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 5391e1e | She's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind. | mind writing john-galt | Ayn Rand | |
| 33ca9fa | Man's mind is his basic tool of survival. Life is given to him, survival is not. His body is given to him, its sustenance is not. His mind is given to him, its content is not. To remain alive, he must act, and before he can act he must know the nature and purpose of his action. He cannot obtain his food without a knowledge of food and of the way to obtain it. He cannot dig a ditch - or build a cyclotron - without a knowledge of his aim and .. | philosophy foce galt thinking | Ayn Rand | |
| 5b74c91 | I do not seek the good of others as a sanction for my right to exist, nor do I recognize the good of others as a justification for their seizure of my property or their destruction of my life. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 6464998 | It meant nothing to him any longer, only a faint tinge of sadness--and somewhere within him, a drop of pain moving briefly and vanishing, like a raindrop on the glass of a window, its course in the shape of a question mark. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 06c1cbb | I mean you're given all these lessons for the unimportant things--piano-playing, typing. You're given years and years of lessons in how to balance equations, which Lord knows you will never have to do in normal life. But how about parenthood? Or marriage, either, come to think of it. Before you can drive a car you need a state-approved course of instruction, but driving a car is nothing, nothing, compared to living day in and day out with a.. | Anne Tyler | ||
| 30403ec | Your trouble comes from years of wearing the wrong kind of shoes. - Jake Wexler | Ellen Raskin | ||
| 59e551b | I nearly always write just as I nearly always breathe. | John Steinbeck | ||
| dc31560 | Well, I remember this girl. I am not whole without her. I am not alive without her. When she was with me I was more alive than I have ever been, and not only when she was pleasant either. Even when we were fighting I was whole. | sweet-thursday | John Steinbeck | |
| b1ce174 | For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too. Worry had crept on a corroding world, and what was lost- good manners, ease and beauty? Ladies were not ladies anymore, and you couldn't trust a gentleman's word. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 2e67d12 | There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. | John Steinbeck | ||
| e0f840a | The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 22a7368 | It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or scarlet fever. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 0b44053 | Now discontent nibbled at him - not painfully, but constantly. Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the bastard Time. The end of life is now not so terribly far away - you can see it the way you see the finish line when you come into the stretch - and your mind says, "Have I worked.. | John Steinbeck | ||
| 0bc5585 | Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers. | inspirational | John Steinbeck |