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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 44e871a | The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there. | Marya Hornbacher | ||
| 7699ee4 | I hate this fear. I hate this. I hate this world. I hate it that nobody needs me. I don't own this world. I've had enough. It's not supposed to be my fault. Only now.. Only now that I realized.. I hate this world now, living in this world where 'promise', 'bond' and 'eternity' don't exist, and living in a world full fo strangers is a very, very scary thing. Scared that there's no guarantee that I'll be loved. You can't be living with people.. | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 94487f8 | Strangely enough, when you get older the things you didn't understand when you were a child start to make sense. "When this happened, I should have done that." "When that happened, I should have said this." those types of things. You start to understand rather than regret. It may be closer to repentance. So it may be that I do want to repent and erase the ignorant self from my childhood." | Natsuki Takaya | ||
| 40598a4 | The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget about being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that--well, lucky you. | Philip Roth | ||
| 739c8c0 | In my parents' day and age, it used to be the person who fell short. Now it's the discipline. Reading the classics is too difficult, therefore it's the classics that are to blame. Today the student asserts his incapacity as a privilege. I can't learn it, so there is something wrong with it. And there is something especially wrong with the bad teacher who wants to teach it. There are no more criteria, Mr. Zuckerman, only opinions. | education humanities | Philip Roth | |
| 49b23d1 | There were two types of strong men: those like Uncle Monty and Abe Steinheim, remorseless about their making money, and those like my father, ruthlessly obedient to their idea of fair play. | father human-nature | Philip Roth | |
| 23d43e7 | The child, in love with prints and maps, Holds the whole world in his vast appetite. How large the earth is under the lamplight! But in the eyes of memory, how the world is cramped! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 29d5207 | Charles Baudelaire's refusal was the most profound form of refusal, for it was in no way the assertion of an opposite principle. It only expressed that which was indefensible and impossible in the poet's obstructed state of mind. | Georges Bataille | ||
| bbaad64 | But if you kept thinking about a fight you'd lost, Mom said, you were programming yourself to lose again. | Karen Russell | ||
| 3b601d0 | I don't want to suffer any more, I have had my mind broken open over and over before, I have been isolate and loveless always. I have not slept with anyone since I saw you, not because I was faithful but because I am afraid and I know no one. I will always be afraid I will always be worthless, I will always be alone till I die and I will be tormented long after you leave me. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 4d4d4c0 | Trees scream and drop bright leaves | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 9a9acde | Eat Eat said the sign | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 974e3f0 | When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 7249e8d | Thus, as the Buddha said to a lady who offered him a curse,the gift is returned to the giver when it is not accepted | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| d1aff5f | I write poetry because I want to be alone and want to talk to people. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| b747f03 | The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote: It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant's tomb than to write it out in white paint. Because people recognize that's what memorials are for-old bums & dogs to shit on. | censorship memorial poetry | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 40dc702 | Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but wander with my eyes in the trees? So I will build: wife, family, and seek for neighbors. Or I perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the bear (must tame the hart and wear the bear). And maybe make an image of my wandering, a little image--shrine by the roadside to signify to traveler that I live | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 16241b5 | O victory forget you're underwear we're free. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| c8bef00 | I am miserable now--not feeling unhappiness, just lack of life coming to me and coming out of me--resignation to getting nothing and seeking nothing, staying behind shell. The glare of unknown love, human, unhad by me,--the tenderness I never had. I don't want to be just a nothing, a sick blank, withdrawal into myself forever. I just want something, beside the emptiness I've carried around in me all my life. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 652b74f | One does not know yet whether Christ was God or the Devil - Buddha is more reassuring. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| e1fcc0a | America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 332672a | The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burde of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 56ba14d | Trees hang their branches | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 78d3671 | We the People - shelling the Vietcong | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| c11e028 | Eat Meat and your a beast | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| a62af8c | Machine chaos on Earth, Too many bodies, mouths bleeding on every Continent | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 0d35ae5 | False emotions broadcast thru the Land | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 54b330d | Burroughs a purest ignu his haircut is a cream his left finger pinkey chopped off for early ignu reasons metaphysical spells love spells with psychoanalysts his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars | heroin ignu junk junkies | Allen Ginsberg | |
| e2f8712 | Central Intelligence cutting Meo opium fields! China Lobby copping poppies in Burma! How long this Addict government support our oil-burner matter-habit | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 0e41bad | My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 2586273 | America America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When wil.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 9897d19 | Having got into bed and turned out the light, I quietly burst into tears because I am not a good person. As they came and went for some minutes, I was concerned with the words following 'because' in the previous sentence, rewriting them over and over in my head until they seemed to be as close to the truth as it was possible for me to make them. | Edward Gorey | ||
| dfd24db | Drizzt had always suspected it, but now it was confirmed, that "welcome" was his favortie word in the Common Tongue, and a word, he understood with no equivalent in the language of the drow." | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| b0c2bec | What good is your gold if your friends will not lift you when you have fallen? How long lived our memory of you when you are gone? Because in the end, that is the only measure. In the end, when life's last flickers fade, all that remains is memory. Richness, in the final measure, is not weighed in gold coins, but in the number of people you have touched, the tears of those who mourn your passing, and the fond remembrances of those who conti.. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 23826a4 | You always knew where you stood with Quezovercoatl. It was generally with a lot of people on top of a great stepped pyramid with someone in an elegant feathered headdress chipping an exquisite obsidian knife for your very own personal use. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6878381 | Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like 'his mighty steed was as fleet as the wind on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,' and any loose talk about a beloved having a face that launched a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed look like a bottle of champagne. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 3fdf4b5 | Not much call for a barbarian hairdresser, I expect,' said Rincewind. 'I mean, no-one wants a shampoo-and-beheading. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c25d83a | In the rain-forests of Brutha's subconscious the butterfly of doubt emerged and flapped an experimental wing, all unaware of what chaos theory has to say about this sort of thing ... | Terry Pratchett | ||
| da77a6a | The conversation of human beings seldom interested him, but it crossed his mind that the males and females always got along best when neither actually listened fully to what the other one was saying. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 4e199d5 | en el interior de cada anciano, hay un joven preguntandose que demonios ha pasado. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6746d48 | Suddenly there was a humming in the air, and the bees were there too. They flowed out of Granny Weatherwax's hive, circling Tiffany like a halo, crowning her, and swarm and girl stood on the threshold of the cottage and Tiffany reached out her arms and the bees settled along them, and welcomed her home. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| a36f6de | People were strange like that. Steal five dollars and you were a petty thief. Steal thousands of dollars and you were either a government or a hero. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| cc63f4d | Not craftsmen, my lord" he said. "I have no use for people who have learned the limits of the possible" | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6211eb0 | Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days. | historical history hobbies humour larps reenactment wenches wit women | Terry Pratchett |