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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 0590d1e | find someone at last someone find you at last live together glued together love each other a little without being loved be loved a little without loving answer that leave it vague leave it dark | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f0272c5 | Those are the most monotonous fuckin' crickets I ever heard in my life. | Sam Shepard | ||
| 5b45c00 | Not like this. At least you have a place to go. 'End of the world' ... What is your , Adam? I mean, is there something about my place that's too repugnant for you to imagine living there? Why is it that everything kind I do is pity to you? Everything is charity. Well, here it is: I'm of tiptoeing around your principles." "God, I'm sick of your condescension, Gansey," Adam said. "Don't try to make me feel stupid. Who whips out ? Don't pr.. | richard-gansey-iii the-raven-boys the-raven-cycle | Maggie Stiefvater | |
| 3223b2d | We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was naked and goatish under his robe, and I felt suffocated as he rolled over me. I rolled over him. We rolled over me. They rolled over him. We rolled over us. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 3a553f5 | The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing with the utmost zest all my life, and I have reason to believe that this almost pathological keenness of the retrospective faculty is a hereditary trait. | retrospect | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 4a6acdd | Coordinating there Events and objects with remote events And vanished objects. Making ornaments Of accidents and possibilities. | possibility | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 96f9338 | When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 25ff590 | Dear dad, in consequence of a trivial altercation with a Captain Tapper, of Wild Violet Lodge, whom I happened to step upon in the corridor of a train, I had a pistol duel this morning in the woods near Kalugano and am now no more. Though the manner of my end can be regarded as a kind of easy suicide, the encounter and the ineffable Captain are in no way connected with the Sorrows of Young Veen. In 1884, during my first summer in Ardis, I s.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 1bccbe7 | All the information I have about myself is from forged documents. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 62c34ce | and finally there was the sleepless night when i decided to explore and fight the foul, the inadmissible abyss, devoting all my twisted life to this one task. today i'm sixty-one. waxwings are berry-pecking. a cicada sings. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 31902e9 | Youth is insolent; it is its right - its necessity; it has got to assert itself, and all assertion in this world of doubts is a defiance, is an insolence... | Joseph Conrad | ||
| b4cf24b | I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones. | final-departure getting-over-it hope last-goodbye last-sight leaving life-goes-on lost-friends moving-on moving-on-and-letting-go picture-metaphor remembering | Joseph Conrad | |
| 9d97852 | You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something -- and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little -- not a thing in the world -- not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 600-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 01bf7ed | He did not care what the end would be, and in his lucid moments overvalued his indifference. The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion. | apathy baggage burden danger-to-self depression depressive depressive-thinking dread emotional-pain emotional-plague guilt indifferent look-for-hope look-for-jesus sad sick suicidal suicide why-the-world-needs-jesus | Joseph Conrad | |
| c756aaf | Soul mates" is what you aim for, but soup snakes is what you get sometimes." | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 1a4676c | To put it kindly, I am a very talkative, social person. To put it less kindly, I'm a flibbertigibbet, which is what my frenemy Rainn Wilson calls me. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 03526d5 | People don't say "Give me your honest opinion" because they want an honest opinion. They say it because it's rude to say "Please tell me I'm amazing." | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 91dcad4 | In high school, I had fun in my academic clubs, watching movies with my girlfriends, learning Latin, having long, protracted, unrequited crushes on older guys who didn't know me, and yes, hanging out with my family. I liked hanging out with my family! Later, when you're grown up, you realize you never get to hang out with your family. You pretty much have only eighteen years to spend with them full time, and that's it. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| d89acdc | One friend with whom you have a lot in common is better than three with whom you struggle to find things to talk about. We never needed best friend gear because I guess with real friends you don't have to make it official. It just is. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| da72bac | But it is a strange experience, to a man of pride and sensibility, to know that his interests are within the control of individuals who neither love nor understand him | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| f4c4d6a | Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared. | enemy friend irony mistrust trust | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| 86ac786 | I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 1758676 | She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| e562b67 | Man is a mistake. He must go. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 9635e8f | Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the en.. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 709d85c | Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don't want any more of your meretricious persiflage. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| e40be8d | Aqui digo: que se teme por amor; mas que, por amor, tambem, e que a coragem se faz. | João Guimarães Rosa | ||
| 283bca2 | there's the fact of her being a hundred and four years old. I keep saying that's her age, but actually I'm just guessing. We don't really know for sure how old she is, and she claims she doesn't remember, either. When you ask her, she says, "Zuibun nagaku ikasarete itadaite orimasu ne." .... (footnote) Zuibun nagaku ikasarete itadaite orimasu ne -- "I have been alive for a very long time, haven't I?" Totally impossible to translate, but t.. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 2e3c5ae | I helped Jiko to her feet and we walked back to the bus stop together, holding hands again. I was still thinking about what she said about waves, and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you can't hold on to water , still I gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| e0e0102 | I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die. | memory time-being wisdom | Ruth Ozeki | |
| ceb8d47 | It pleased him to imagine God as someone like his mother, someone beleagured by too many responsibilities, too dog-tired to monitor an energetic boy every minute of the day, but who, out of love and fear for his safety, checked in on him whenever she could. Was this so crazy? ...Miles liked the idea of a God who, when He at last had the oppotunity to return His attention to His children, might shake His head with wonder and mutter, "Jesus. .. | Richard Russo | ||
| 7ff4d85 | For fairness and loyalty, however important to the head, were issues that could seldom be squared in the human heart, at the deepest depths of which lay the mystery of affection, of love, which you either felt or you didn't, pure as instinct, which seized you, not the other way around, making a mockery of words like "should" and "ought". The human heart, where compromise could not be struck, not ever. Where transgressions exacted a terrible.. | Richard Russo | ||
| 165771b | Someone ... tell us what's important, because we no longer know. | society | Richard Ford | |
| e9edfd7 | I walked out of the condos onto the flat lithesome beach this morning, and took a walk in my swimming trunks and no shirt on. And I thought that one natural effect of life is to cover you in a thin layer of . . . what? A film? A residue or skin of all the things you've done and been and said and erred at? I'm not sure. But you under it, and for a long time, and only rarely do you know it, except that for some unexpected reason or opportun.. | Richard Ford | ||
| c303d5d | At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you, and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 524e165 | But my sins are my strength, he thinks; the sins I have done, that others have not even found the opportunity of committing. I hug them close; they're mine. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| d573bb4 | When have I, when have I ever forced anyone to do anything, he starts to say: but Richard cuts in, "No, you don't, I agree, it's just that you are practiced at persuading, and sometimes it's quite difficult, sir, to distinguish being persuaded by you from being knocked down in the street and stamped on." -Richard (?) nee Cromwell to Thomas Cromwell,358" | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 39c49d5 | For one never thinks of you alone, Cremuel, but in company, studying the faces of other people, as if you yourself mean to paint them. You make other men think, not "what does he look like?" but "what do I look like?" | Hilary Mantel | ||
| cedf338 | The reader may ask how to tell fact from fiction. A rough guide: anything that seems particularly unlikely is probably true. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| bb7faa1 | Love was love, one could find it with anyone, one could find it anywhere. It was just that you could never keep it. Not unless you were ready to die for it. | norman-mailer stephen-rojack | Norman Mailer | |
| ce6282b | But when that dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret. | Alan Paton | ||
| 750161b | It was not his habit to dwell on what might have been but what could never be. | Alan Paton | ||
| a8c521f | What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream. | comfort-of-love fear fear-of-losing-loved-ones love | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 0fa8671 | Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing above all else and that one thing is futility. | Cormac McCarthy |