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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 3f8a257 | The second thing I wrote down that day was that exclusive male imagery of the Divine not only instilled an imbalance within human consciousness, it legitimized patriarchal power in the culture at large. Here alone is enough reason to recover the Divine Feminine, for there is a real and undeniable connection between the repression of the feminine in our deity and the repression of women. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| d4615d3 | Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 897be27 | I can't explain that, except to say there's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at least, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance. | truth | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 3ab7afe | It is as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overestimate yourself. | Christie Golden | ||
| ca7deb6 | You wouldn't understand my works. You wouldn't have the faintest idea of what they were about. You wouldn't appreciate the points of reference. You're way behind. All of you. There's no point in sending you my works. You'd be lost. It's nothing to do with a question of intelligence. It's a way of being able to look at the world. It's a question of how far you can operate on things and not in things. I mean it's a question of your capacity t.. | Harold Pinter | ||
| 5cc1de3 | But that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 21a1e5f | I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me. | girl lolita | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 3269548 | We think not in words but in shadows of words. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| db3b234 | How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat? | courage fear fight fright hate hope men-s-heart mental-illness mind mystery self-loathing torture | Joseph Conrad | |
| af0a3b2 | for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence... | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 9cdf880 | My version of an Irish exit has an air of deception to it, because it includes my asking loudly, "Where's the bathroom?" and making theatrical looking-around gestures like a lost foreign tourist. But then, instead of finding the bathroom, I sneakily grab my coat and leave." | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 06da910 | No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 96a352f | But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it. | wistfulness | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 90d8bd9 | When I want to move, I remember death, how it is ultimate and inevitable, and pure. Then I am free to move properly in life. It's like a man who wants to think, going and standing in front of a window. The space purifys ones' soul. And death is a window to me, with the darkness outside. And when I stand there, looking out, then the world and its active life seems only like a roomful of racket and light behind me, where I am taking part for .. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 359ca97 | And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| d04bfbf | Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they've got none to spend. That's our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 2c41196 | Your life doesn't mean what you have or what you get. Its what your'e willing to give up. | Richard Ford | ||
| 44cecdd | Humans generally get out the gist of what they need to say right at the beginning, then spend forever qualifying, contradicting, burnishing or taking important things back. Yor rareley miss anything by cutting most people off after two sentences. | talking | Richard Ford | |
| b86a03e | He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter dr.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 822b389 | The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bc3845d | Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4beea11 | When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 716e8f8 | Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4d9d37c | He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 789baed | Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? | horror life suicide | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 126de81 | As you all know first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anyone wanna see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. | David Mamet | ||
| 41a6557 | The written word is weak. Many people prefer life to it. Life gets your blood going, & it smells good. Writing is mere writing, literature is mere. It appeals only to the subtlest senses--the imagination's vision, & the imagination's hearing--& the moral sense, & the intellect. This writing that you do, that so thrills you, that so rocks & exhilarates you, as if you were dancing next to the band, is barely audible to anyone else. | Annie Dillard | ||
| c911ce3 | I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I'd half-awaken. He'd stick his skull under my nose and purr, stinking of urine and blood. Some nights he kneaded my bare chest with his front paws, powerfully, arching his back, as if sharpening his claws, or pummeling a mother for milk. And some mornings I'd wake in daylight to find my body covered w.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| b66054c | Without using the word, everyone started forgiving each other again. Just like that, from the no of all nothingness: you have a big tense mess and out of it comes some joy. It must be magic. | Anne Lamott | ||
| cdab161 | I cry intermittently, like a summer rain. I don't feel racked by the crying; in fact, it hydrates me. Then rage wells up in me, and I want to take a crowbar to all the cars in the neighborhood. | Anne Lamott | ||
| a7b1198 | What saved me was that I found gentle, loyal and hilarious companions, which is at the heart of meaning: maybe we don't find a lot of answers to life's tougher questions, but if we find a few true friends, that's even better. They help you see who you truly are, which is not always the loveliest possible version of yourself, but then comes the greatest miracle of all--they still love you. They keep you company as perhaps you become less of .. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 45bf341 | If you always dreamed of writing a novel or a memoir, and you used to love to write, and were pretty good at it, will it break your heart if it turns out you never got around to it? If you wake up one day at eighty, will you feel nonchalant that something always took precedence over a daily commitment to discovering your creative spirit? If not--if this very thought fills you with regret--then what are you waiting for? | Anne Lamott | ||
| 0971a51 | The thought of being engaged to a girl who talked openly about fairies being born because stars blew their noses, or whatever it was, frankly appalled me. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 9b7102a | A man who has spent most of his adult life trying out a series of patent medicines is always an optimist. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 7cf973c | I don't want to seem always to be criticizing your methods of voice production, Jeeves, I said, but I must inform you that that 'Well, sir' of yours is in many respects fully as unpleasant as your 'Indeed, sir? | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 989fe46 | In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a12a130 | Jeeves, I'm engaged." "I hope you will be very happy, sir." "Don't be an ass. I'm engaged to Miss Bassett." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 26b96f8 | When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one? | Amy Tan | ||
| 571278b | I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves. I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all. | ghosts past poetry ruins sadness | Richard Brautigan | |
| 3b98ec3 | God-forsaken is beautiful, too. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| d2d4f9b | the reader who plucks a book from her shelf only once is as deprived as the listener who, after attending a single performance of a Beethoven symphony, never hears it again. | rereading | Anne Fadiman | |
| 7366ee6 | If you consider yourself a friend, dont tell me." Because if i know the rumors, i'll feel like i have to confront the. and right this second i want to live in ignorant bliss." | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 46c4fc6 | There are no rules to attraction. Jake is nothing like who I wanted. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| 1948260 | Outward appearances mean everything. | Simone Elkeles |