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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 78bb4d4 | I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 2a8c02a | Everything she knew came from living on the scarce side of mercy. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| f834b2e | Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.' 'Good night,' I said, and rolled onto my side. 'There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| beb8746 | To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was. | self | Samuel Beckett | |
| 452d7b4 | You may say it is all in my head, and indeed sometimes it seems to me I am in a head and that these eight, no, six, these six planes that enclose me are of solid bone. But thence to conclude the head is mine, no, never. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 8d90d4f | And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think...Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names. I say that now, but after all what do I know now about then, now when the icy words hail down upon me, the icy meanings, and the world dies too, foully named. All I know is what the word.. | samuel-beckett | Samuel Beckett | |
| 8186f00 | The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. (It is true the population has increased. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c426301 | To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that is perhaps something, perhaps something. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6746b22 | But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. Yes, a little creature, I shall try and make a little creature, to hold in my arms, a little creature in my image, no matter what I say. And seeing what a poor thing I have made, or how like myself, I shall eat it. Then be alone a long time, .. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| d828bf5 | Simple' does not mean 'easy'. I have learned that the things that seem the simplest are often the most powerful of all. | Christie Golden | ||
| 1b32a71 | We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. | Richard Adams | ||
| 68b6701 | The primroses were over. | watership-down | Richard Adams | |
| 542af2c | Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it. For them there is no winter food problem. They have fires and warm clothes. The winter cannot hurt them and therefore increases their sense of cleverness and security. For birds and animals, as for poor men, winter is another matter. Rabbits, like most wild animals, suffer hardship. | truth | Richard Adams | |
| 56a9f3f | They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else. | fear | Richard Adams | |
| f5a830d | Who wants to hear about brave deeds when he's ashamed of his own, and who likes an open, honest tale from someone he's deceiving? | Richard Adams | ||
| 026ff73 | There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| aac7d61 | He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with such sonorous force, such fluty fioriture that one could not endure the agony of consciousness, the filth of life, the loss, the loss, the loss. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| f71a6fd | V.V. sought to express something, which expressed had only a twilight being (or even none at all--nothing but the illusion of the backward shadow of its imminent expression). It was Ada's castle of cards. It was the standing of a metaphor on its head not for the sake of the trick's difficulty, but in order to perceive an ascending waterful or a sunrise in reverse: a triumph, in a sense, over the ardis of time. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e57ffe2 | I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 9c18e46 | No man can bring about the perfect murder; chance, however, can do it. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 7ef24e8 | Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point in space, the poet sees everything that happens in one point in time. Lost in thought, he taps his knee with his wandlike pencil, and at the same instant a car (New York license plate) passes along the road, a child bangs the screen door of a neighbouring porch, an old man yawns in a misty Turkesta.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b917e6b | All we have to do when reading Bleak House is to relax and let our spines take over. Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 7993145 | It is not the artistic aptitudes that are secondary sexual characters as some shams and shamans have said; it is the other way around: sex is but the ancilla of art. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 187b2a7 | I am not, and never was, and never could have been, a brutal scoundrel. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| caeedc8 | His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence. | funny | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 294a3f3 | We have it all arranged in our minds, and the less often we see a particular person the more satisfying it is to check how obediently he conforms to our notion of him every time we hear of him. Any deviation in the fates we have ordained would strike us as not only anomalous but unethical. We would prefer not to have known our neighbor, the retired hot-dog stand operator, if it turns out he has just produced the greatest book of poetry his .. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| cdb5332 | There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itse.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 6ff63d7 | The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes. | nostalgia | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 84ef879 | There are the girls we love, the men we look up to, the tenderness, the friendships, the opportunities, the pleasures! But the fact remains that you must touch your reward with clean hands, lest it turn to dead leaves, to thorns, in your grasp. | grief futility depression hope dark-history falling-short haunted-past smoke-in-the-eyes why-the-world-needs-jesus unrest pointlessness bittersweet-memories sins heartache vanity disappointment expectations despair regrets nostalgia | Joseph Conrad | |
| 2b4d8a4 | She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent; there was something ominous and stately in her deliberate progress. And in the hush that had fallen suddenly upon the whole sorrowful land, the immense wilderness, the colossal body of the fecund and mysterious life seemed to look at her, pensive, as though it had been looking at the image of its own tenebrous and passionate soul. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 31370fd | The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection. | Joseph Conrad | ||
| 89fa8bd | We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--e.. | mankind humanity family home-town prodigal-daughters prodigal-sons stomping-grounds old-friends homecoming reunion return home ghosts | Joseph Conrad | |
| cf5194f | When you think a girl looks pretty, say it. But don't reference the thing that might reveal you are aware of the backstage process: e.g., say, "You look gorgeous tonight," not "I like how you did your makeup tonight." Also, a compliment means less if you compliment the thing and not the way the girl is carrying it off. So say, "You look so sexy in those boots," rather than "Those boots are really cool." I didn't make the boots! I don't care.. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 50d69a4 | On differences between men and boys) Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn't on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they're thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been.. | men relationships | Mindy Kaling | |
| fc79ebb | For heaven's sake, if you don't know someone's name, just pretend you do. Do that thing everyone else does, where you vaguely say, "Nice to see you!" and make weak eye contact." | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 8830537 | He was so popular you could barely look at him without being blinded by cool. | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 3119f90 | People ask me all the time how I got hired onto the Office. Another common question is how do I manage to stay so down-to-earth in the face of such incredible success? ... A third frequently asked question is: "Girl, where you from? Trinidad? Guyana? Dominican Republic? You married? You got kids?" This is mostly asked by guys on the sidewalk selling I LOVE NEW YORK paraphernalia in New York City." | Mindy Kaling | ||
| 86f9037 | As it is, I guess I find "Jack and Diane" a little disgusting. As a child of immigrant professionals, I can't help but notice the wasteful frivolity of it all. Why are these kids not at home doing their homework? Why aren't they setting the table for dinner or helping out around the house? Who allows their kids to hang out in parking lots? Isn't that loitering? I wish there was a song called "Nguyen & Ari," a little ditty about a hardworkin.. | humor | Mindy Kaling | |
| 4403767 | By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such.. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 36c3da2 | Shall we not spend our immortal life together? Surely, surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe! | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| b6cd244 | To the untrue man, the whole universe is false--it is impalpable--it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 7495d81 | To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame. | Nathaniel Hawthorne | ||
| 6522780 | And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| a68290d | It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the on.. | D.H. Lawrence |