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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c422a28 | Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a402af6 | She has always been a bystander in family destruction, never realizing she herself possessed the capacity to inflict it. | family | Curtis Sittenfeld | |
| 84b937e | Time seemed, as it always does in adulthood after a particular stretch has concluded, no matter how ponderous or unpleasant the stretch was to endure, to have passed quickly indeed. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 8b2c168 | I actually liked the disolation of winter; it was the season when it was okay to be unhappy. If I were to ever kill myself, I thought it would be in the summer. | Curtis Sittenfeld | ||
| 8c73465 | August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages. | imagery page-109 summer time | Jonathan Safran Foer | |
| 454eda5 | accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be...may we live together in unwavering love and good health, amen. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 6e1ad96 | I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 63792c3 | If god exists, he is not to be believed in. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3f8022d | The morning Julia found the phone, my parents were over for brunch. Everything was falling apart around Benjy, although I'll never know what he knew at the time, and neither will he. The adults were talking when he reentered the kitchen and said, "The sound of time. What happened to it?" "What are you talking about?" "You know," he said, waving his tiny hand about, "the sound of time." It took time - about five frustrating minutes - to figu.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 3e759f8 | He spoke to her as if she could understand him, never in high pitch or in monosyllables, and never in nonsense words. This is milk that I am feeding you. It comes from Mordechai the milkman, whom you will meet one day. He gets the milk from a cow, which is a very strange and troubling thing if you think about it, so don't think about it . . . This is my hand that is petting your face. Some people are left-handed and some are right-handed. W.. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| a5773ea | I brought the birdcages to the windows. I opened the windows, and opened the birdcages. I poured the fish down the drain. I took the dogs and cats downstairs and removed their collars. I released the insects onto the street. And the reptiles. And the mice. I told them, Go. All of you. Go. And they went. And they didn't come back | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 85a0334 | In the end I was the clay and she was the sculptor, I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I'd had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her. | Jonathan Safran Foer | ||
| 8f90cac | They needed to share one secret after another with a beautiful woman, to peel away layer after layer, mask after mask, and still find themselves worshiped. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 3775a94 | We parked under a strange sky with a faint image of a quarter-moon superimposed on it. There was a little woods beside us. This day had been dry out and hot, the buck pines and what-all simmering patientyl, but as we sat there smoking cigarettes it started to get very cold. "The summer's over," I said." | Denis Johnson | ||
| 95f585a | People entering the bars on First Avenue gave up their bodies. Then only the demons inhabiting us could be seen. Souls who had wronged each other were brought together here. The rapist met his victim, the jilted child discovered its mother. But nothing could be healed, the mirror was a knife dividing everything from itself, tears of false fellowship dripped on the bar. And what are you going to do to me now? With what, exactly, would you ex.. | Denis Johnson | ||
| 0c30b6e | Anti-Americanism may indeed have grown fiercer than it was during the cold war. It is a common phenomenon that when the angels fail to deliver, the demons become more fearsome. | bigotry cold-war leftism politics united-states | Ian Buruma | |
| 277f3ed | All of that has been a brutal lesson to me in not overlooking or misunderstanding what is actually there, in your hands, now. We always think the thing we need to transform everything--the miracle--is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves. | Jeanette Winterson | ||
| eddf171 | You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone." | Franz Kafka | ||
| b310cb4 | Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues. | vice virtue | Franz Kafka | |
| 5f4d2e5 | fn fkrh mn lfkr l ymkn n tnqrD mhm knt mtTflh ,m dmt qd wjdt dht mrh ,w nh l ymknh `ly lql n tnqrD dwn Sr` rhyb ,w dwn n ttmkn mn tHqyq lnfsh df` f`l ynjH fy n ythbt Twyl | Franz Kafka | ||
| fe91d7f | Since there was nothing at all I was certain of, since I needed to be provided at every instant with a new confirmation of my existence, since nothing was in my very own, undoubted, sole possession, determined unequivocally only by me -- in sober truth a disinherited son -- naturally I became unsure even of the thing nearest to me, my own body. | childhood-trauma narcissism narcissistic-personality shame | Franz Kafka | |
| 736a869 | all [the authorities] did was to guard the distant and invisible interests of distant and invisible masters | Franz Kafka | ||
| 25f4014 | Next time I come here," he said to himself, "I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with." | Franz Kafka | ||
| d21f601 | He is afraid the shame will outlive him. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 81913bb | Once again I have told you so little, and have asked no questions, and once again I must close. But not a single answer and, even more certainly, not a single question shall be lost. There exists some kind of sorcery by which two people, without seeing each other, without talking to each other, can at least discover the greater part about each other's past, literally in a flash, without having to tell each other all and everything; but this.. | Franz Kafka | ||
| b7a2655 | The crows assert that a single crow could destroy the heavens. This is certainly true, but it proves nothing against the heavens, because heaven means precisely: the impossibility of crows. | Franz Kafka | ||
| 03a94d8 | Kafka] transformed the profoundly antipoetic material of a highly bureaucratized society into the great poetry of the novel; he transformed a very ordinary story of a man who cannot obtain a promised job . . . into myth, into epic, into a kind of beauty never before seen. | Milan Kundera | ||
| a57ce4c | In the political jargon of those days, the word "intellectual" was an insult. It indicated someone who did not understand life and was cut off from the people. All the Communists who were hanged at the time by other Communists were awarded such abuse. Unlike those who had their feet solidly on the ground, they were said to float in the air. So it was fair, in a way, that as punishment the ground was permanently pulled out from under their f.. | gallows-humour hanged insult intellectual | Milan Kundera | |
| 7900147 | Because beyond their practical function, all gestures have a meaning that exceeds the intention of those who make them; when people in bathing suits fling themselves into the water, it is joy itself that shows in the gesture, notwithstanding any sadness the divers may actually feel. When someone jumps into the water fully clothed, it is another thing entirely: the only person who jumps into the water fully clothed is a person trying to drow.. | life philosophical | Milan Kundera | |
| 6895e9b | She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle | Milan Kundera | ||
| 81925eb | tkhtfy ldhkryt dh lm tustHDr mr@ w'khr~ fy 'Hdyth l'Sdq. | Milan Kundera | ||
| efc8eac | I have to lie, if I don't want to take madmen seriously and become a madman myself | Milan Kundera | ||
| 1cb9cb1 | He was repelled by the pettiness that reduced life to mere existence and that turned men into half-men. He wanted to lay his life on a balance, the other side of which was weighted with death. He wanted to make his every action, every day, yes, every hour and minute worthy of being measured against the ultimate, which is death. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 075ddff | mndh dhlk lHyn wklhm yGtbT msbqan blnwm swy@. w'myl tqryban llqwl b'n lhdf mn ljm` blnsb@ lhm lm ykn lnshw@ bl ln`s ldhy y`qbh. why, khS@, lm tkn tstTy` 'n tnm mn dwnh. lw Sdf wbqyt wHyd@ fy shqth lSGyr@ (lty lm t`d l mjrd khd`@) knt Gyr qdr@ `l~ GmD jfn Tyl@ llyl. 'm byn dhr`yh fknt tGfw dy'man mhm tkn drj@ DTrbh. kn yrwy mn 'jlh bSwt khft qSSan ybtd`h 'w trWhtin wklmt mDHk@ y`ydh blhj@ rtyb@. knt hdhh lklmt ttHwl fy mkhyWlth l~ rw'~ mshwW.. | علم-نفس فلسفة فلسفة-حياة friedrich-nietzche friedrich-nietzsche حب جنس اجتماع كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته love milan-kundera ميلان-كونديرا neitzsche novel نيتشه philosophy philosophy-of-life political psychological psychology religion religion-and-philoshophy sex sociology | ميلان كونديرا | |
| 661ba93 | He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural. We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can never compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. | Milan Kundera | ||
| f44381b | If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6d005c0 | klm kn lzmn ldhy nkhlfh wrn 'kbr klm 'SbH lSwt ldhy yHthWn `l~ l`wd@ l yuqwm , ybdw hdh lHkm mbdan `man, lknh mzyf. flky'n lbshry yshykh wlnhy@ tqtrb, ftSbH kl lHZ@ thmyn@ wl y`wd hnk wqt yuDyW` `l~ ldhkryt. yjb fhm ltnqD lryDy lZhry llHnyn : yZhr hdh bqw@ fy mrHl@ lshbb l'wl~, Hyn ykwn Hjm lHy@ lmDy@ zhydan. | Milan Kundera | ||
| d18f024 | The novel is a meditation on existence as seen through the medium of imaginary characters. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 6d3da80 | A person is nothing but his image. Philosophers can tell us that it doesn't matter what the world thinks of us, that nothing matters but what we really are. But philosophers don't understand anything. As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinkingabout how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But doesthere exist .. | Milan Kundera | ||
| dbfb6e7 | From the top of the staircase she sees the London train, modern and elegant, and she tells herself again: Whether it's good luck or bad to be born onto this earth, the best way to spend a life here is to let yourself be carried along, as I am moving at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd moving forward. | Milan Kundera | ||
| cc22386 | You're seeing someone else, aren't you?" Seeing someone else? How on earth could that explain any of this? Why would seeing someone else necessitate bringing home a middle-aged woman, a teenaged punk and an American with a leather jacket and a Rod Stewart haircut? What would the story have been? But then, after reflection, I realised that Penny had probably been here before, and therefore knew that infidelity can usually provide the answer.. | humor live | Nick Hornby | |
| 14a28d1 | We can't go on apologizing all our lives, you know. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 3e70379 | You run the risk of losing anyone who is worth spending time with, unless you are so paranoid about loss that you choose someone unlosable, somebody who could not possibly appeal to anybody else at all. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 5814a70 | It was hopeless, life, really. It was set up all wrong. | Nick Hornby |