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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b0a4dd5 | lqd t'Sl ldy `dm ltSdyq , l~ Hd 'nh Hyn yfDy lyW mrw' bm yHb 'w l yHb , lm 'kn 'Hml kl hdh `l~ mHml ljd 'w lm 'kn , bSwr@ 'kthr dq@ , 'r~ fyh sw~ mjrd shhd@ `l~ lSwr@ lty yryd `Th `n nfsh !. | Milan Kundera | ||
| b7fa002 | 'n tsh`r bldhnb 'w tush`ara bh. '`tqd 'n kl shy' ykmn hn. flHy@ h~ Sr` ljmy` Dd ljmy`. hdh m`rwf, lkn kyf ytjl~ hdh lSr` f~ mjtm` mtmdn l~ hdh lHd ? l ymkn llns 'n yhjmw b`Dhm b`Dan `ndm yltqwn. yHwlwn bdlan mn dhlk 'n ylqw `l~ lakhryn `r lsh`wr bldhnb. wsyfwz mn ynjH f~ j`l lakhr mdhnban. wsykhsr mn y`trf bkhTy'h. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 8da1cc7 | In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there. | Milan Kundera | ||
| 9eb5d00 | Not for the first time in my life, and certainly not for the last, a self-righteous gloom had edged out all semblance of logic. | Nick Hornby | ||
| e64fc3e | Between the shadows of the earth and the dark depths of the sky, human life lay slumbering, with all its unsolved puzzles. | Theodor Storm | ||
| 4175c71 | As much as I think about sex, I can only with extreme difficulty conceive of myself actually performing the act. And here's another thing I wonder about. How could you ever look a girl in the eye after you've had your winkie up her wendell? I mean, doesn't that render normal social conversation impossible? Apparently not. | satire sex teens teens-sex-awkward-jocks | C.D. Payne | |
| f1598e2 | Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch. | Nick Hornby | ||
| d789828 | Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three (books), even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books, other moods, other obligations, other appetites, other reading journeys. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 2723bd8 | In Bruce Springsteen songs, you can either stay and rot, or you can escape and burn. | Nick Hornby | ||
| b77dea1 | What good were real feelings anyway? | feelings nick-hornby | Nick Hornby | |
| 2776f24 | The artistic temperament is particularly unhelpful if it is just that, with no end product. | Nick Hornby | ||
| 005bb41 | I steel myself to ignore his taunts and his coarse language. I no longer care what he says or does. It doesn't matter anymore. I am detached, contained in my own private world where he cannot reach me. It is my last refuge. | Alison Weir | ||
| 2f1b797 | She had already decided that, when she grew up, she was going to do whatever she pleased and not let anyone order her about. | Alison Weir | ||
| edcf8d7 | Just get up. What's your name, kid?" "G-man" "I don't mean your codename down at the Dickhead Club. What does it say on your driver's license?" | humor | Tad Williams | |
| 1a8da23 | Every man is the hero of his own song. | otherland tad-williams | Tad Williams | |
| 0e695f9 | Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess. Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift of survival. | Tad Williams | ||
| 9c61e25 | I haven't met that many women, human or angelic, who actually like to drive. In my experience they seem to be much more pragmatic about the whole thing than we are. For most males, driving is an extension of their masculinity; they have little fantasy scenarios going all the time - races, chases, and dramatic combat with other drivers. Females, on the other hand, generally seem to view driving as something you do to get somewhere. I know, c.. | funny men-and-women | Tad Williams | |
| 82f7d32 | I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you. | existence | Jhumpa Lahiri | |
| 9ab252a | Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine -- that is, activity -- which could solve it, is seen as odious. Archery? It is too cold, and besides, the butts need re-covering; the rats have been at the straw. Music? To hear it is tedious; to compose it, too taxing. And so on. Of all the afflictions, boredom is ultimately the most unmanning. Eventually, it transforms you into a great nothing who does nothing -- a cousin to .. | Margaret George | ||
| ac9b5f4 | Which one of us, anywhere in the world, doesn't yearn to be believed when the audience is watching? | Gene Wilder | ||
| f055bfd | As strange as it seemed, I knew in my heart that one day her death would affect me, and stranger still, that mine would affect her. | Jhumpa Lahiri | ||
| 7d7e542 | You can't hurry love, as the song goes. You can't hurry grief either. | Sigrid Nunez | ||
| 2a66373 | There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage of acute loss. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 8a6a55e | Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ed51226 | I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo) | joesph-conrad terror | Haruki Murakami | |
| f851b1d | The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f85bd10 | At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past. | past present | Haruki Murakami | |
| 4727aff | We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze. Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny that there is any such thing as coincidence. What's done is done, what's yet to be is clearly yet to be. In other words, sandwiched as we are between the "everything" that is behind us and the "zero" beyond us, ours is an ephemeral existence in w.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 434c378 | And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. | dreamlike surreal | Haruki Murakami | |
| 73facb3 | The world is full of incomprehensible words | Haruki Murakami | ||
| e238ffd | Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone's asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there's darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywher.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| fb4cf02 | It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| a2b0f6f | I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season | Haruki Murakami | ||
| f119bef | Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 4298340 | Pensar libremente es distanciarse del cuerpo. Salir de esa jaula que te limita. Romper las cadenas y simplemente darle alas a la mente. | pensar-libremente | Haruki Murakami | |
| 4aa6b2e | No matter how clear things might become in the forest of story, there was never a clear-cut solution, as there was in math. The role of a story was, in the broadest terms, to transpose a problem into another form. Depending on the nature and the direction of the problem, a solution might be suggested in the narrative. Tengo would return to the real world with that solution in hand. It was like a piece of paper bearing the indecipherable tex.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ea0c91a | I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of -- that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect...I find that encouraging. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 69edfeb | You have to experience it to understand. One thing I can say, though, is that once you see that true sight with your own eyes, the world you've lived in up till now will look flat and insipid. There's no logic or illogic in that scene. No good or evil. Everything is merged into one. And you are part of that merging. You leave the boundary of your physical body behind to become a metaphysical being. You become intuition. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| ff3f45c | There must be a limit to that kind of lifestyle, though," she says. "You can't use that strength as a protective wall around you. There's always going to be something stronger that can overcome your fortress. At least in principle." "Strength itself becomes your morality." "You catch on quickly." "The strength I'm looking for isn't the kind where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want i.. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 3c93ede | Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly? | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 0afad1b | Ella ya solo existe en mis recuerdos. Se ha ido de mi lado. Estaba aqui, pero ha desaparecido. Y alli no hay termino medio. Donde no hay lugar para el compromiso no puede haber un termino medio. Los quiza tal vez existan al sur de la frontera. No al oeste del sol. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 533dbd8 | Si no quieres acabar en un manicomio, abre tu corazon y abandonate al curso natural de la vida | vida | Haruki Murakami | |
| 81dc758 | I can't build a simple shelf. I have no idea how to change an oil filter on a car. I can't even stick a stamp on an envelope straight. And I'm always dialling the wrong number. But I have come up with a few original cocktails that people seem to like. | Haruki Murakami | ||
| 28ca5cb | That's what love's all about. You're the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself. | love | Haruki Murakami |