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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 99f111e | It is not humanly possible to gather immediately from it what the logic of language is. Language disguises thought. | thought | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| 87c4857 | There can never be surprises in logic. | surprise | Ludwig Wittgenstein | |
| b82cac7 | Man feels the urge to run up against the limits of language. Think for example of the astonishment that anything at all exists. This astonishment cannot be expressed in the form of a question, and there is also no answer whatsoever. Anything we might say is | Ludwig Wittgenstein | ||
| eb0c226 | How do we accomplish this matter of gathering life together in God? We must begin primarily by refocusing our attention keeping our minds and hearts directed toward God. The essence of the centered life is attention to God in all we think, say and do. It is the growing realization of His presence in our most down-to-earth living. | god | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| e0ba416 | That's the sacred intent of life, of God--to move us continuously toward growth, toward recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 89c704a | Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I'd pictured it like a pilot light burning inside a person--a drop of fire from the invisible inferno people called God. Or a squashy substance, like a piece of clay or dental mold, which collected the sum of a person's experiences--a million indentations of happiness, desperation.. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 18c5bbb | It has come as a great revelation to me," I wrote her, "that abolition is different from the desire for racial equality. Color prejudice is at the bottom of everything. If it's not fixed, the plight of the Negro will continue long after abolition." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 3d545ad | She liked to tell everyone that women make the best beekeepers, 'cause they have a special ability built into them to love creatures that sting. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 9f7a2ef | Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 10cbe63 | You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind. From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, . | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 14fc597 | Try again. Fail again. Fail better. --Samuel Beckett | Daniel Coyle | ||
| 2cd08cc | Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 958e952 | After a noticeable silence, he'd recently published a book of technically baffling poems, with line breaks so arbitrary and frequent as to be useless, arrhythmic. On the page they look like some of Charles Bukowski's skinny, chatty, muttering-stuttering antiverses. Impossibly, Mark's words make music, the faraway strains of an irresistible jazz. It's plain to any reader, within a few lines--well, go read the poems and see, Marcus Ahearn tra.. | jazz klee poetry psychic-improvisation writing | Denis Johnson | |
| 21a84f1 | But how much more pleasant was the sensation of being a missile without provenance or target, caught up in a tumult of non-Newtonian motion. So pleasant that pleasant was not the word. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6157eef | 'Hs blZlm lqdym ytjm` , wl`zl@ tst`d , fyhm '`rf dhty , wnd lmjhwl lnbyl , shdyd ljbn , yjb 'n 'tjnb lnZr l~ dhty . | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5bcaa11 | In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| bc23d4d | VLADIMIR: Moron! ESTRAGON: Vermin! VLADIMIR: Abortion! ESTRAGON: Morpion! VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat! ESTRAGON: Curate! VLADIMIR: Cretin! ESTRAGON: ( ). Crritic! VLADIMIR: Oh! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 78ea642 | He had had his own feelings hurt over and over by Adam, even when Adam had meant no harm. Some of the worst fractures had appeared because Adam hadn't realized the he was causing them. | ow richard-gansey-iii | Maggie Stiefvater | |
| 362c330 | Why do the men come, do you suppose?" "Who knows why men do anything?" | Richard Adams | ||
| b9e495f | I am Sebastian, or Sebastian is I, or perhaps we both are someone whom neither of us knows. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d0a688d | And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection. | death hauntingly-beautiful | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 7002c29 | All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars. ''And all these are worlds,'' said Hagen. ''Or else,'' said Clements with a yawn, ''a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corpse, and we are inside it. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d4d8d9b | When I hear a critic speaking of an author's sincerity I know that either the critic or the author is a fool | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| c7e90fb | leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| db51bbc | Whatever his secret was, I have learnt one secret too, and namely: that the soul is but a manner of being -- not a constant state -- that any soul may be yours, if you find and follow its undulations. The hereafter may be the full ability of consciously living in any chosen soul, in any number of souls, all of them unconscious of their interchangeable burden. | secret souls | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| dffc568 | This, to use an American term in which discovery, retribution, torture, death, eternity appear in the shape of a singularly repulsive nutshell, was it. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| c6c304d | As far back as I can remember myself--and I remember myself with lawless lucidity, I have been my own accomplice, who knows too much, and therefore is dangerous. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 8e0fc3c | beyond the tilled plain, beyond the toy roofs, there would be a low suffusion of inutile loveliness, a low sun in a platinum haze with a warm, peeled-peach tinge pervading the upper edge of a two-dimensional, dove-grey cloud fusing with the distant amorous mist. there might be a line of spaced trees silhouetted against the horizon, and hot still noons above a wilderness of clover, and claude lorrain clouds inscribed remotely into misty azur.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 0119d93 | All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ce06af4 | Thus it transpired that even Berlin could be mysterious. Within the linden's bloom the streetlight winks. A dark and honeyed hush envelops us. Across the curb one's passing shadow slinks: across a stump a sable ripples thus. The night sky melts to peach beyond that gate. There water gleams, there Venice vaguely shows. Look at that street--it runs to China straight, and yonder star above the Volga glows! Oh, swear to me to put in dreams your.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 7c57ea4 | The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove! - breathe dead hippo, so as to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in - your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| c43fe81 | And a word carries far-very far-deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 502b6f3 | You take a different view of your actions when you come to understand, when you are to understand every day that your existence is necessary - you see, absolutely necessary - to another person. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 1b73dd7 | The sight of it made the earth seem unearthly. They were accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there-- there you could look at a thing monstrous, beautiful, and free. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 61002aa | He existed for me, and after all it is only through me that he exists for you. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| ec33eb3 | I believe the potluck tradition of entertaining is the equivalent of a teenage boy wanting to have sex with his girlfriend but who is too scared to go to CVS to buy condoms. If you can't handle providing all the courses for your dinner party, you can't handle the hosting duties of a dinner party. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 33226cc | Bribes and boy bands. That's all you need to be a babysitter. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| c1ff872 | Be it sin or no, I hate the man! | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 091c6fa | There was a listlessness in his gait, as if he saw no reason for taking one step further, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite a.. | depression sorrow | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| b00c2eb | Why are poets so apt to choose their mates, not for any similarity of poetic endowment, but for qualities which might make the happiness of the rudest handicraftsman as well as that of the ideal craftsman of the spirit? Because, probably, at his highest elevation, the poet needs no human intercourse; but he finds it dreary to descend, and be a stranger. | intellectualism relationships | Nathaniel Hawthorne | |
| b13cc9d | Or--but this more rarely happened--she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 96dd4d5 | Owing to the flood of shallow books which really are exhausted in one reading, the modern mind tends to think every book is the same, finished in one reading. But it is not so. And gradually the modern mind will realize it again. The real joy of a book lies in reading it over and over again, and always finding something different, coming upon another meaning, another level of meaning. It is, as usual, a question of values: we are so overwhe.. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| ac869da | the more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 38c2e45 | I don't want the corpses of flowers about me. | D.H. Lawrence |