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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| d4e2fae | The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness. | Markus Zusak | ||
| ce859d3 | Je n'ai pas cesse de l'etre si c'est d'etre jeune que d'aimer toujours !... L'humanite n'est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d'amour, et ne plus aimer c'est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)" | sept-14 | George Sand | |
| 8d24dbc | But the flames did die down, perhaps from lack, perhaps from excess of fuel. Little by little, love was quenched by absence, and longing smothered by routine; and that fiery glow which tinged her pale sky scarlet grew more clouded, then gradually faded away. Her benumbed consciousness even led her to mistake aversion toward her husband for desire for her loved, the searing touch of hatred for the rekindling of love; but, as the storm still .. | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 468efa8 | Abstraction can provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence. | intelligence | Gustave Flaubert | |
| 94329cc | It was the fault of destiny! | Gustave Flaubert | ||
| 34428ca | but very little achievement is required in order to pity another man's shortcomings. | George Eliot | ||
| 866e400 | In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past--sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories. | depression inaction inertia insomnia | George Eliot | |
| 9fc3c2d | Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. | George Eliot | ||
| 6b66d57 | He once called her his basil plant; and when she asked for an explanation, said that basil was a plant which had flourished wonderfully on a murdered man's brains. | George Eliot | ||
| fc634ac | It is very difficult to be learned; it seems as if people were worn out on the way to great thoughts, and can never enjoy them because they are too tired. | education | George Eliot | |
| 5d693bb | Proust so titillates my own desire for expression that I can hardly set out the sentence. Oh if I could write like that! I cry. And at the moment such is the astonishing vibration and saturation and intensification that he procures--there's something sexual in it--that I feel I can write like that, and seize my pen and then I can't write like that. Scarcely anyone so stimulates the nerves of language in me: it becomes an obsession. But I mu.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d201b32 | The cold stream of visual impressions failed him now as if the eye were a cup that overflowed and let the rest run down its china walls unrecorded. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 51404c9 | Listening (had there been any one to listen) from the upper rooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightning could have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another, and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for night and day, month and year ran shapelessly .. | time-passing | Virginia Woolf | |
| 5dc82e0 | so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unreal but fascinating place, the Manning's drawing-room at Marlow twenty years ago; where one moved about without haste or anxiety, for there was no future to worry about. She knew what had happened to them, what to her. It was like reading a good book again, for she knew the end of that story, since it had happened twenty years ago, and life, which shot down even from .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 796267a | He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence. | mr-carmichael | Virginia Woolf | |
| 20598fe | I need someone whose mind falls like a chopper on a block; to whom the pitch of absurdity is sublime, and a shoestring adorable. To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion? | virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| 81bec11 | What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth. Yes, one feels, I should never have thought that this could be so; I have never known people behaving like that. But you have convinced me that so it is, so it happens. One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads--for Nature seems, very oddly, to have provided us with an inner light by which to judge of the.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| cabd808 | I do think all good and evil comes from words. I have to tune myself into a good temper with something musical, and I run to a book as a child to its mother. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0d36b59 | Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5c4d17c | For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 558feff | But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0dd6cf3 | And she wanted to say not one thing, but everything. Little words that broke up the thought and dismembered it said nothing. "About life, about death; about Mrs. Ramsay"--no, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, fu.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9b00929 | The people we are most fond of are not good for us when we are ill. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 9427860 | You don't see anything, do you? You see everything but the goddamn mind; you see all the little specs and crap, but you don't see what goes on, do you? | Edward Albee | ||
| 6983cb1 | For the truth is (let her ignore it) that human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| f85135a | Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on. If you put her in a room with someone, up went her back like a cat's; or she purred. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5e5136b | I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| f38a5b5 | Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters. | mother motherhood | Virginia Woolf | |
| 8e9e6ca | Therefore I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject however trivial or however vast. By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream. For I am by no means confining you to fiction. If you would please me - and .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 43933e3 | It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| e8d17a6 | a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7d4278f | This world is full of the most outrageous nonsense. Sometimes things happen which you would hardly think possible. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 0ade401 | The broken branch hissed loudly, and then that wind was converted into these words: "Briefly will you be answered. When the fierce soul departs from the body from which it has uprooted itself, Minos sends it to the seventh mouth. It falls into the wood, and no place is assigned to it, but where chance hurls it, there it sprouts like a grain of spelt. It grows into a shoot, then a woody plant; the Harpies, feeding on its leaves, give it pain.. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 45797f2 | Considerate la vostra semenza: fatti non foste viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 5ef83fe | If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 319c253 | Before me there were no created things, Only eternity, and I too, last eternal. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 2f47992 | Men don't change. They just learn to disguise the lack of change. | humanity | David Gemmell | |
| 2fd3f20 | And what is a man? He is someone who rises when life has knocked him down. He is someone who raises his fist to heaven when a storm has ruined his crop--and then plants again. And again. A man remains unbroken by the savage twists of fate. That man may never win. But when he sees himself reflected, he can be proud of what he sees. For low he may be in the present scheme of things: peasant, serf, or dispossessed. But he is unconquerable | David Gemmell | ||
| bd041e9 | There is evil in all of us, and it is the mark of a man how he defies the evil within. | good man | David Gemmell | |
| e370dbe | I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do. | Sharon Creech | ||
| 381e933 | The great Sufi poet and philosopher Rumi once advised his students to write down the three things they most wanted in life. If any item on the list clashes with any other item, Rumi warned, you are destined for unhappiness. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| d7f6609 | He told me that one of the reasons people are so unhappy is they don't talk to themselves. He said you have to keep a conversation going with yourself throughout your life to see how you're doing, to keep your focus, to remain your own friend. He told me that he talked to himself all the time, and that it helped him to grow stronger and better everyday. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 4fca472 | In all of our lives, there are days that we wish we could see expunged from the record of our very existence. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| bb00bfc | She knew that the world was plainly divided into those who fought an unrelenting battle to live, and those who surrendered and died. This was a simple fact. | Elizabeth Gilbert |