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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2beccb5 | A plantation was a plantation; one might think one's misfortunes distinct, but the true horror lay in their universality. | Colson Whitehead | ||
| 55c8796 | You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. | John Fowles | ||
| 1f14a1c | His statement to himself should have been 'I possess this now,therefore I am happy' , instead of what it so Victorianly was: 'I cannot possess this forever, therefore I am sad. | John Fowles | ||
| 7c17d39 | He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human. | John Fowles | ||
| 0181f46 | How do you expect to keep our seeing each other a secret? You've been all over the news here for years. People will recognize you wherever you go." "I won't be recognized, but you will. You're America's corporate sex symbol; you're the one whose motto is "If it moves, take it to bed." Matt and Meredith" | Judith McNaught | ||
| 4632e93 | Did he happen to select a color too?" "Blue." "Blue?" Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. "Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said" Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in." | Judith McNaught | ||
| e990c46 | In earlier times, one had an easier conscience about being a person than one does today. People were like cornstalks in a field, probably more violently tossed back and forth by God, hail, fire, pestilence, and war than they are today, but as a whole, as a city, a region, a field, and as to what personal movement was left to the individual stalk - all this was clearly defined and could be answered for. But today responsibility's center of g.. | Robert Musil | ||
| d023031 | Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed. | living face mirror dying | Christopher Isherwood | |
| bd4295d | Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it...At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 7052d96 | This world is a place of business. What an infinite bustle! I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no sabbath. It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. It is nothing but work, work, work. I cannot easily buy a blank-book to write thoughts in; they are commonly ruled for dollars and cents. An Irishman, seeing me making a minute in the fields, took it for granted that.. | work industriousness bustle leisure | Henry David Thoreau | |
| e4f120a | I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 6623395 | Be not simply good; be good for something. | Henry David Thoreau | ||
| 68256a5 | You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us? | Norton Juster | ||
| 862fd37 | God has judged me all my life. But that is God's privilege, my lady. Not yours. | religion | Barbara Hambly | |
| 437c4f5 | You think you are the greatest sufferer in the world? Do you know that men are sometimes banished for life? Do you know that men sometimes lose all their yams and even their children? I had six wives once. I have none now except that young girl who knows not her right from her left. Do you know how many children I have buried--children I begot in my youth and strength? Twenty-two. I did not hang myself, and I am still alive. | Chinua Achebe | ||
| d66e567 | There is a moral obligation, I think, not to ally oneself with power against the powerless. | Chinua Achebe | ||
| 9fc391c | If dirty words frighten you...I really don't know how you have managed to live so long. People are full of dirty words. The only time they do not use them, most people I mean, is when they are describing something dirty. | James Baldwin | ||
| 3ba5e26 | One writes out of one thing only--one's own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art. | James Baldwin | ||
| 2abd9fd | Antonia had always been one to leave images in the mind that did not fade - that grew stronger with time. In my memory there was a succession of such pictures, fixed there like the old woodcuts of one's first primer...She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true...She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still s.. | Willa Cather | ||
| 8f73d8e | There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon. | Willa Sibert Cather | ||
| 8657a1a | Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me. | travel | Ralph Ellison | |
| 4fbb337 | it is impossible to explain honestly the beauties of the laws of nature in a way that people can feel, without their having some deep understanding of mathematics. I am sorry, but this seems to be the case. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| 0f33381 | That's the trouble with not being in your own field: You don't take it seriously. | Richard P. Feynman | ||
| d83d154 | Oh, here we are at the bridge. I'm going to shut my eyes tight. I'm always afraid going over bridges. I can't help imagining that perhaps, just as we get to the middle, they'll crumple up like a jackknife and nip us. So I shut my eyes. But I always have to open them for all when I think we're getting near the middle. Because, you see, if the bridge did crumple up I'd want to see it crumple. What a jolly rumble it makes! I always like the ru.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 105fc0c | But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back" - almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour - the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the Blue Castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings - torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. Great silences,.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4f5a1f8 | I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it. | sensitiveness shadow | L.M. Montgomery | |
| 5d12d58 | I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 402383e | But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years -- each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immorta.. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 894741e | But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| ee9765b | the Lake of Shining Waters was blue -- blue -- blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 4d5dc33 | When he said good evening you felt that it was a good evening and that it was partly his doing that it was. | L.M. Montgomery | ||
| 55a8b3e | Any black person who clings to the misguided notion that white people represent the embodiment of all that is evil and black people all that is good remains wedded to the very logic of Western metaphysical dualism that is the heart of racist binary thinking. Such thinking is not liberatory. Like the racist educational ideology it mirrors and imitates, it invites a closing of the mind. | bell hooks | ||
| fcfe60c | Isolation and loneliness are central causes of depression and despair. | loneliness isolation despair | Bell Hooks | |
| 88959df | Librarians consider free access to information the foundation of democracy. | librarians | Marilyn Johnson | |
| 4193ac9 | You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. | memory | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| bcd1f7e | in despair there are the most intense enjoyments, especially when one is very acutely conscious of the hopelessness of one's position. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 2e8b94a | nWa 'kbra hn@in ymknu 'n tulHqh bnsnin fy `Srn wmin jnsn hy 'n tn`thu b'nhu mHrwmun mina l'Sl@i wlrd@i wlmwhbi lkhS@, w'n tqwla `nhu: nWhu rjlun `dy. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| b1b0939 | But you are a great sinner, that's true," he added almost solemnly, and your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing." | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 0213d7b | Russians alone are able to combine so many opposites in themselves at one and the same time. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 6201601 | Delicacy and dignity are taught by one's own heart, not by a dancing master. | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 668f629 | Speak of a wolf and you see his tail! | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | ||
| 81ffe84 | Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave. That is his normal condition. Of that I am firmly persuaded. He is made and constructed to that very end. And not only at the present time owing to some casual circumstance, but always, at all times, a decent man is bound to be a coward and a slave. | notes-from-the-underground fyodor-dostoyevsky slave | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | |
| 758d599 | It's silly to be depressed by it. I mean one thinks of it like being alive in a box, one keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never know you were in a box would you?... Even taking into account the fact that you're dead, it isn't a pleasant thought. Especially if you're dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off-- I'm going to stuff yo.. | Tom Stoppard | ||
| 22374e1 | And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures... Which one will it be? Time alone will tell. But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future. | writing-as-power | Adolfo Bioy Casares |