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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cc8b903 | All the time she writing the world had continued. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 741f5ff | I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words. It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole; this wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doi.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0fdd621 | Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost. | letters | Virginia Woolf | |
| 3afd685 | It is as if Emily Bronte could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 911829d | What could be more absurd? Yet it is nature's folly, not ours. When she set about her chief masterpiece, the making of man, she should have thought of one thing only. Instead, turning her head, looking over her shoulder, into each one of us she let creep instincts and desires which are utterly at variance with his main being, so that we are streaked, variegated, all of a mixture; the colours have run. Is the true self this which stands on t.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 36bdddd | Such are the visions which ceaselessly float up, pace beside, put their faces in front of, the actual thing; often overpowering the solitary traveller and taking away from him the sense of the earth, the wish to return, and giving him for substitute a general peace, as if (so he thinks as he advances down the forest ride) all this fever of living were simplicity itself; and myriads of things merged in one thing; and this figure, made of sky.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8de6de7 | Mr Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a45f194 | There was an emptiness about the heart of life; an attic room. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e4319ec | There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby. | philosophical | Virginia Woolf | |
| 071dd7c | She seemed a compound of the autumn leaves and the winter sunshine ... | night-and-day virginia-woolf winter woman | Virginia Woolf | |
| abb9190 | Empty, empty, empty; silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 764f2d1 | Like a long wave, like a roll of heavy waters, he went over me, his devastating presence--dragging me open, laying bare the pebbles on the shore of my soul. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c88126b | I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes, or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 34f7935 | Wind and storm colored July. Also, in the middle, cadaverous, awful, lay the grey puddle in the courtyard, when holding an envelope in my hand, I carried a message. I came to the puddle. I could not cross it. Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell. I was blown like a feather. I was wafted down tunnels. Then very gingerly, I pushed my foot across. I laid my hand against a brick wall. I returned very painfully, drawing myself ba.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c5c4578 | But Orlando was a woman -- Lord Palmerston had just proved it. And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute love instead. Love, the poet has said, is woman's whole existence. And if we look for a moment at Orlando writing at her table, we must admit that never was there a woman more fitted for that calling. Surely, since she is a woman, and a beautiful woman, and a woman in t.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| cc515c3 | Sometimes, one trembling star comes in the clear sky and makes me think the world beautiful and we maggots deforming even the trees with our lusts. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| b054f52 | I find myself saying briefly and prosaically that it is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dream of influencing other people, I would say, if I knew how to make it sound exalted. Think of things in themselves. | virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| ed83a0e | Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9f3603a | And the west, encumbered by crippling alliances, and hardened with a morality too rigid to accommodate itself to the swing of events, must ..... eventually ..... fall. | Edward Albee | ||
| c9eab64 | For the truth is ... that human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. They hunt in packs. Their packs scour the desert and vanish screaming into the wilderness. They desert the fallen. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7f52f5a | The biology of empathy allows us to comprehend our connection to each other, to other living things, and to the physical world that supports life. | George Lakoff | ||
| 0adbfee | Be as a tower, that, firmly set, Shakes not its top for any blast that blows! | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 45613d6 | A ring-whorled prow rode in the harbour, ice-clad, outbound, a craft for a prince. They stretched their beloved lord in his boat, laid out by the mast, amidships, the great ring-giver. Far fetched treasures were piled upon him, and precious gear. I have never heard before of a ship so well furbished with battle tackle, bladed weapons and coats of mail. The massed treasure was loaded on top of him: it would travel far on out into the ocean's.. | burial poetry | Seamus Heaney | |
| 1d44a96 | In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping. | Seamus Heaney | ||
| e142c18 | Odysseus draped the towel over his shoulders and stretched his back. "You remember practicing with wooden swords? All the moves, the blocks, the counters, getting your footwork right, learning how to be in balance always?" "Of course you were a hard master." "And you recall the first time you went into a real fight, with blood being shed and the fear of death in the air?" "I do" "The moves are the same, but the difference is wider than the .. | reality realization true-love | David Gemmell | |
| b2ad31b | I caught a pebble in the moonlight. | David Gemmell | ||
| 8c7c2bc | In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester. | Beatrix Potter | ||
| 817caf4 | Sometimes the most ordinary things are the ones we learn to miss the most. | Jennifer Chiaverini | ||
| fd364a7 | My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place. | Sharon Creech | ||
| 48f5dca | I started thinking about life insurance and how nice it would be if you could get insurance that your life would be happy, and that everyone you knew could be happy, and they could all do what they really wanted to do, and they could all find the people they wanted to find. | Sharon Creech | ||
| 394402d | how can you love a little cat so much in such a short short time? | love | Sharon Creech | |
| c39c7ac | I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise. | Ned Vizzini | ||
| 2cda242 | Send him some love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it. You're just afraid to let go of the last bits of David because then you'll really be alone. But here's what you gotta understand, Groceries. If you clear out all that space in your mind that you're using right now to obsess about this guy, you'll have a vacuum there, an open spot - a doorway. And guess what the universe will do with that doorway? It will rush in .. | let-go let-go-let-god | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| d656792 | I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f5f876d | for you, I am even willing to suffer. Whatever pain happens to us in the future, I accept it already, just for the pleasure of being with you now. Let's enjoy this time. It's marvelous. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 3ef0cac | You must learn in life to take things more lightly, my dear. The world is always changing. Learn how to allow for it. | take-it-easy | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| 5583efd | She wanted to understand the world, and she made a habit of chasing down information to its last hiding place, as though the fate of nations were at stake in every instance. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 9b722ea | ideas are alive, that ideas do seek the most available human collaborator, that ideas do have a conscious will, that ideas do move from soul to soul, that ideas will always try to seek the swiftest and most efficient conduit to the earth (just as lightning does). | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| a197348 | You don't like it?" asked Luca, who loves this stuff. "I bet Gandhi never ate lamb intestines in his life," I said. "He could have." "No, he couldn't have, Luca. Gandhi was a vegetarian." "But vegetarians CAN eat this," Luca insisted. "Because intestines aren't even meat, Liz. They're just shit." | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 10883d5 | It ain't what they call you; it's what you answer to. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 1338940 | When women are gathered together with no men around, they don't have to be anything in particular; they can just be | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 5df20f3 | If you're a coward--and let's just say that you are, for the sake of argument--it means nothing. My Aunt Peg, she's an alcoholic. She can't handle drinking. It ruins her life and turns her into a mess--and do you know what that means? It means nothing. Do you think it makes her a bad person? Of course not--it's just the way she is. Alcoholism just happened to her, Frank. Things happen to people. We are the way we are--there's nothing to be .. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 39bff38 | A man is never happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something that he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he is happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over. | Arthur Schopenhauer | ||
| 4d495af | Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost. | Arthur Schopenhauer |