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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0e629ea | What did I think I was doing? What did she think she was doing? When I want to kiss people in that way now, with mouths and tongues and all that, it's because I want other things too: sex, Friday nights at the cinema, company and conversation, fused networks of family and friends, Lemsips brought to me in bed when I am ill, a new pair of ears for my records and CDs, maybe a little boy called Jack and a little girl called Holly or Maisie, I .. | young-love | Nick Hornby | |
| 910bae8 | I had to nurture those doubts as if they were tiny, sickly kittens, until eventually they became sturdy, healthy grievances, with their own cat doors, which allowed them to wander in and out of our conversation at will. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 9d10a9b | I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 953bb9f | In science too, one dedicates his life to an Albanian snail, another to a virus. Darwin gave eight years to barnacles. And in wise later life, to earthworms. The Higgs boson, a tiny thing, perhaps not even a thing, was the lifetime's pursuit of thousands. To be bound in a nutshell, see the world in two inches of ivory, in a grain of sand. Why not, when all of literature, all of art, of human endeavor, is just a speck in the universe of poss.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 1c8ac2c | Cecilia knew she could not go on wasting her days in the stews of her untidied room, lying on her bed in a haze of smoke, chin propped on her hand, pins and needles spreading up through her arm as she read her way through Richardson's . | Ian McEwan | ||
| 354e51a | It made no sense, she knew, arranging flowers before the water was in -- but there it was; she couldn't resist moving them around, and not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 0302d53 | He saw it for the first time: on the day he died he would be wearing unmatching socks, there would be unanswered e-mails, and in the hovel he called home there would still be shirts missing cuff buttons, a malfunctioning light in the hall, and unpaid bills, uncleared attics, dead flies, friends waiting for a reply and lovers he had not owned up to. | procrastination resignation | Ian McEwan | |
| 96472ba | There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 304c3fd | In Leon's account of his life, no-one was mean-spirited, no-one schemed or lied or betrayed; everyone was celebrated at least in some degree... Leon turned out to be a spineless, grinning idiot. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 90cde0e | The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. Her reverie, once rich in plausible details, had become a passing silliness before the hard mass of the actual. It was difficult to come back....Briony had lost her godly power of creation, but it was only at this moment of return that the loss became evident; part of a daydream's enticement was the il.. | Ian McEwan | ||
| 5750d77 | He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end. | Ian McEwan | ||
| d89bf51 | Most houses were crammed with immovable objects in their proper places, and each object told you what to do - here you ate, here you slept, here you sat. I tried to imagine carpets, wardrobes, pictures, chairs, a sewing machine, in these gaping, smashed-up rooms. I was pleased by how irrelevant, how puny such objects now appeared. | Ian McEwan | ||
| f9cb8ab | But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 69b61f0 | But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness? I must admit that your letter this morning (by the afternoon it had changed) arrived at just the right moment; I was in need of those very words. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 00c9ed4 | His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risked. | Franz Kafka | ||
| a1e8b4c | jmy`n fy jz m mn 'nfsn n`ysh wr lzmn, rbm 'nn l na`y `mran l fy lHZt stthny'y@, w'nn m`Zm lwqt 'shkhS bl '`mr | Milan Kundera | ||
| b7ca19d | I understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them. (p.30) | Milan Kundera | ||
| b44ed78 | ymkn llmr 'n ylwm nfsh `l~ `ml , `l~ klm@ tlfZ bh , wlkn l ystTy` 'n ylwm nfsh `l~ sh`wr , l'nh bkl bsT@ , l ymlk 'y@ slT@ `lyh | Milan Kundera | ||
| b01b2b4 | lky'n lnsny lys l sh`wran blwHd@. wHyd yHyT bh wHydwn. | Milan Kundera | ||
| f90124e | As early as 1930 Schoenberg wrote: "Radio is an enemy, a ruthless enemy marching irresistibly forward, and any resistance is hopeless"; it "force-feeds us music . . . regardless of whether we want to hear it, or whether we can grasp it," with the result that music becomes just noise, a noise among other noises. Radio was the tiny stream it all began with. Then came other technical means for reproducing, proliferating, amplifying sound, and .. | music radio | Milan Kundera | |
| 16147db | She blushed. It is a beautiful thing when a woman blushes; at that instant her body no longer belongs to her; she doesn't control it; she is at its mercy; oh, can there be anything more beautiful than the sight of a woman violated by her own body! | control women | Milan Kundera | |
| c9679f8 | sbq ly 'n qultu anfan n lst`rt khTyr@ wn lHb ybd' mn st`r@. wbklm@ 'ukhr~: lHb ybd' fy llHZ@ lty tsjaWl fyh mr'@ dkhwlh fy dhkrtn lsh`ry@ mn khll `br@. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| c8ab8d6 | When she is older she will see in these resemblances a regrettable uniformity among individuals (they all stop at the same spots to kiss, have the same tastes in clothing, flatter a woman with the same metaphor) and a tedious monotony among events (they are all just an endless repetition of the same one); but in her adolescence she welcomes these coincidences as miraculous and she is avid to decipher their meanings. | Milan Kundera | ||
| c3bf7a6 | Friendship is indispensable to man for the proper function of his memory. Remembering our past, carrying it with us always, may be the necessary requirement for maintaining, as they say, the wholeness of the self. To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friend.. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d2b5750 | In spite of their love, they had made each other's life a hell. The fact that they loved each other was merely proof that the fault lay not in themselves, in their behavior or inconstancy of feeling, but rather in their incompatibility: he was strong and she was weak. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6c891c9 | But then he told himself: What does it really mean to be useful? Today's world, just as it is, contains the sum of the utility of all people of all times. Which implies: The highest morality consists in being useless. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 77d9861 | ql rmwn: 'jl, hdhh h~ lHl. ytlq~ lns f~ lHy@, ythrthrwn wytnqshwn wytshjrwn dwn 'n ydrkw 'nhm ykhTbwn b`Dhm b`Dan mn b`yd, kl wHd mn mrSd yntSb f~ mwq` mkhtlf mn lzmn | Milan Kundera | ||
| d2e758e | Confession can be good for the soul, but it can exact a heavy toll on friendships. | C.D. Payne | ||
| 9d2aba1 | What we miss - what we lose and what we mourn - isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have. | Sigrid Nunez | ||
| 32ea6bd | Has everyone gone mad?" "Everyone was mad already, my lady," Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. "It is merely that the times have brought it out in them." | Tad Williams | ||
| 4006b90 | She learned that an act intended to express love could have nothing to do with it. That her heart and her body were different things. | heart lovemaking | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| db1b338 | Of course, they're not clowning around to make me laugh. They're doing their best to live very lives, and they just happen to fall down sometimes. I think that's cool. | inspirational life murakami | Haruki Murakami | |
| cb49aa5 | Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it. I'm speaking from experience. Somebody once said if it's something a single book can explain, it's not worth having explained. What I mean is don't leap to any conclusions. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 1e3a5f9 | Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in." | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 01b7459 | l`lm fD ws`, lkn lfD ldhy syHtwyk -wldhy lys blDrwr@ 'n ykwn kbyr jd- wjwd lh. tbHth `n Swt. fmdh tjd? lSmt. tbHth `n lSmt, fmdh tsm`? lys ndhyr lshw'm yh y`yd nfsh mrr. w'Hyn yDGT `l~ zr sry fy '`mq dmGk. qlbk nhr ws` b`d wbl mn lmTr tfyD lmyh `l~ Dftyh. tkhtfy `lmt lTryq, yTmsh 'w yjrfh lsyl ljrf wystmr lmTr blhTwl `l~ lnhr. fy kl mr@ tr~ fyh fyDn khdh fy nshr@ khbr tqwl lnfsk: h hw dh, nh qlby | Haruki Murakami | ||
| dbec766 | It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| cccd2a3 | The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one's eyes without seeing anything. | experience vision | Haruki Murakami | |
| 4752572 | But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows--maybe even tomorrow. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 84afab7 | The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 513988f | The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 5fbc16b | Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fd5769a | At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0ac05f9 | Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved. | news papers suicide world | Haruki Murakami | |
| 87a1613 | Kafka, in everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive. | Haruki Murakami |