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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ef89f45 | He took it for granted that she was content; and she resented his settled calm, his serene dullness, the very happiness she herself brought him. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| ffbed19 | And the more he was irritated by her basic personality, the more he was drawn to her by a harsh, bestial sensuality, illusions of a moment, which ended in hate. | love | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 9789955 | Society never made the preposterous demand that a man should think as much about his own qualifications for making a charming girl happy as he thinks of hers for making himself happy. | society | George Eliot | |
| b8b1e92 | We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call 'God's birds' because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where ev.. | love nature | George Eliot | |
| 563b016 | People talk of their motives in a cut and dried way. Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster. I am not a monster but I have not felt exactly what other women feel, or say they feel, for fear of being thought unlike others. | George Eliot | ||
| f5c5714 | She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| ac6db2e | We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him." | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 705e4d7 | Now is life very solid or very shifting? I am haunted by the two contradictions. This has gone on forever; goes down to the bottom of the world -- this moment I stand on. Also it is transitory, flying, diaphanous. I shall pass like a cloud on the waves. Perhaps it may be that though we change, one flying after another, so quick, so quick, yet we are somehow successive and continuous we human beings, and show the light through. But what is t.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 6578819 | Does Nature supplement what man advanced? Or does she complete what he began? | Virginia Woolf | ||
| fb7ab77 | Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depth of the sea instead?" | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 25a5857 | And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9db7e45 | Thinking is my fighting. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8cd0411 | With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets--what nonsense was he thinking? She was fifty at least: she had eight children. Stepping through fields of flowers and taking to her breast buds that had broken and lambs that had fallen: with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair--He took her bag. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 76fc8ca | There are some books that LIVE," she mused. "They are young with us, and they grow old with us." | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9895444 | It seemed to her such nonsense-inventing differences, when people, heaven knows, were different enough without that. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 04d7b68 | Roses," she thought sardonically, "All trash, m'dear." | flowers roses sardonic trash | Virginia Woolf | |
| 8dcbf84 | I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her. Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than .. | imagery love marriage melancholy moon romance sadness | Virginia Woolf | |
| 3359d15 | Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions -- a walk, a talk, solitude in one's own orchard -- can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger's-breadth from goodness. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| ca8f650 | There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 4248cfd | and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 2308aa5 | The well heeded well heard. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 67ac8b8 | For pride and avarice and envy are the three fierce sparks that set all hearts ablaze. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 4b792f5 | Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 912ae19 | Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 0c7ae53 | It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us. [Italian: Necessita c'induce, e non diletto.] | necessity pleasure | Dante Alighieri | |
| 754f910 | But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home. | Caroline B. Cooney | ||
| 83d0cb9 | That's my school. I worked harder to get in than I did for anything else, ever. I went there because, coming out of it, I'd be able to be President. Or a lawyer. Rich, that's the point. Rich and successful. And look where it got me. One stupid year and here I am with not one, but two bracelets on my wrist, next to a shrink in a room adjacent to a hall where there's a guy named Human Being walking around. If I keep doing this for three more.. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| ceee74f | I watched them, thinking that little girls who make their mothers live grow up to be such powerful women. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f1c41fc | From the most sacred ancient text of Yoga: Oh Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, strong, and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 0aa3f94 | If I were going to have such a short visit on earth, I had to do everything possible to experience it now. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 164c106 | Maybe the difference between first marriage and second marriage is that the second time at least you know you are gambling. | marriage | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| a360a40 | Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they are both equally true. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| de089c8 | Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions." - Elizabeth Gilbert," | Linda Kage | ||
| e774497 | Genius is the ability to leave entirely out of sight our own interest, our willing, and our aims, and consequently to discard entirely our own personality for a time, in order to remain pure knowing subject, the clear eye of the world; and this not merely for moments, but with the necessary continuity and conscious thought to enable us to repeat by deliberate art what has been apprehended and "what in wavering apparition gleams fix in its p.. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| a74157e | Therefore the man of genius requires imagination, in order to see in things not what nature has actually formed, but what she endeavoured to form, yet did not bring about, because of the conflict of her forms with one another | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 767652f | All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a new striving. We see striving everywhere inhibited in many ways, struggling everywhere; and thus always suffering; there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering. | striving suffering | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 6e6c5de | A person of high, rare mental gifts who is forced into a job which is merely useful is like a valuable vase decorated with the most beautiful painting and then used as a kitchen pot. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 505e564 | Some people are wish-blocked, knowing neither what they feel nor what they want. Without opinions, without impulses, without inclinations, they become parasites on the desires of others. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 08e6edf | You are the nearest thing I have to life. You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn't bleak and flat and gray. I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9d031bc | I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7c3e788 | No milk," I said. "No milk," said my sister. I watched my dad think about this. He looked like he was going to suggest that we have something for breakfast that you do not need milk for, like sausages, but then he looked like he remembered that, without milk, he couldn't have his tea. He had his "no tea" face. "You poor children," he said. "I will walk down to the shop on the corner. I will get milk." | dads milk tea | Neil Gaiman | |
| c59c983 | You are ignorant, boy," said Miss Lupescu. "This is bad. And you are content to be ignorant, which is worse." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 248105f | Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times. | destiny | Neil Gaiman | |
| 2a8a10e | Of all the organs, ' said Nehemiah Trot, 'the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue. Go to her! Talk to her! | Neil Gaiman |