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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ade178c | Used to all kinds of society, she watched people as one reads the pages of a novel, with a certain disinterested amusement. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| fef219e | Aren't I enough for you?' she asked. | love | D. H. Lawrence | |
| 763667e | He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| d51f183 | And dimly she realised one of the great laws of the human soul: that when the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, which does not kill the body, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only appearance. It is really only the mechanism of the resumed habit. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when.. | hurt soul | D.H. Lawrence | |
| 51dc4c2 | Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 15343d8 | Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| ef1a736 | The artist usually sets out -- or used to -- to point a moral and adorn a tale. The tale, however, points the other way, as a rule. Two blankly opposing morals, the artist's and the tale's. Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper functions of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it. | D.H. Lawrence | ||
| 38735a9 | Todos estao loucos, neste mundo? Porque a cabeca da gente e uma so, e as coisas que ha e que estao para haver sao demais de muitas, muito maiores diferentes, e a gente tem de necessitar de aumentar a cabeca, para o total. Todos os sucedidos acontecendo, o sentir forte da gente -- o que produz os ventos. So se pode viver perto de outro, e conhecer outra pessoa, sem perigo de odio, se a gente tem amor. | João Guimarães Rosa | ||
| 8d71b3f | Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats. | João Guimarães Rosa | ||
| b42e38e | Coming at us like this--in waves, massed and unbreachable--knowledge becomes symbolic of our disempowerment--becomes bad knowledge--so we deny it, riding its crest until it subsides from consciousness... "Ignorance." In this root sense, ignorance is an act of will, a choice that one makes over and over again, especially when information overwhelms and knowledge has become synonymous with impotence... If we can't act on knowledge, then we ca.. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 154edec | INSTRUCTIONS FOR ZAZEN First of all, you have to sit down, which you're probably already doing. The traditional way is to sit on a zafu cushion on the floor with your legs crossed, but you can sit on a chair if you want to. The important thing is just to have good posture and not to slouch or lean on anything. Now you can put your hands in your lap and kind of stack them up, so that the back of your left hand is on the palm of your right ha.. | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 855a287 | It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys? | Richard Ford | ||
| cbc4bac | All we really want is to get to the point where the past can explain nothing about us and we can get on with life. | Richard Ford | ||
| 2498b21 | She said that it was a mistake to have made as few superficial friends as I have done in my life, and to have concentrated only on the few things I have concentrated on--her, for one. My children, for another. Sportswriting and being an ordinary citizen. This did not leave me well enough armored for the unexpected, was her opinion. She said this was because I didn't know my parents very well, had gone to a military school, and grown up in t.. | southerners | Richard Ford | |
| a9838f8 | We always see ourselves as constant, and others as less so, no matter what policy shifts we ourselves may have been guilty of. | William T. Vollmann | ||
| b2396b8 | In the forest you may find yourself lost, without companions. You may come to a river which is not on a map. You may lose sight of your quarry, and forget why you are there. You may meet a dwarf, or the living Christ, or an old enemy of yours; or a new enemy, one you do not know until you see his face appear between the rustling leaves, and see the glint of his dagger. You may find a woman asleep in a bower of leaves. For a moment, before y.. | fiction the-tudors wolf-hall thomas-cromwell historical-fiction england | Hilary Mantel | |
| f87fbce | In England there is no mercy for the poor. You pay for everything, even a broken neck." 472" | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 765476b | The story of my own childhood is a complicated sentence that I am always trying to finish, to finish and put behind me. It resists finishing, and partly this is because words are not enough; my early world was synaesthesic, and I am haunted by the ghosts of my own sense impressions, which re-emerge when I try to write, and shiver between the lines. | past life consciousness ghosts | Hilary Mantel | |
| d278d0f | It is not the stars that make us, Dr. Butts, it is circumstance and , the choices we make under pressure; our virtues make us, but virtues are not enough, we must deploy our vices at times. Or don't you agree? | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 2113ada | Once, in Thessaly, there was a poet called Simonides. He was commissioned to appear at a banquet, given by a man called Scopas, and recite a lyric in praise of his host. Poets have strange vagaries, and in his lyric Simonides incorporated verses in praise of Castor and Pollux, the Heavenly Twins. Scopas was sulky, and said he would pay only half the fee: 'As for the rest, get it from the Twins.' A little later, a servant came into the hall... | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 74fe145 | Sometimes peace looks like war, you cannot tell them apart. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| c042a90 | Rafe asks him, could the king's freedom be obtained, sir, with more economy of means? Less bloodshed? Look, he says: once you have exhausted the process of negotiation and compromise, one you have fixed on the destruction of an enemy, that destruction must be swift and it must be perfect. Before you even glance in his direction, you should have his name on a warrant, the ports blocked, his wife and friends bought, his heir under your protec.. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| 5acfe09 | Our virtues make us; but virtues are not enough, we must deploy our vices at times. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| aeada86 | Tolstoy teaches us that compassion is of value and enriches our life only when compassion is severe, which is to say when we can perceive everything that is good and bad about a character but are still able to feel that the sum of us as human beings is probably a little more good than awful. In any case, good or bad, it reminds us that life is like a gladiators' arena for the soul and so we can feel strengthened by those who endure, and fee.. | Norman Mailer | ||
| 3060a54 | Historical, religious, and existential treatises suggest that for some persons at some times, it is rational not to avoid physical death at all costs. Indeed the spark of humanity can maximize its essence by choosing an alternative that preserves the greatest dignity and some tranquility of mind. | Norman Mailer | ||
| 7aa9046 | Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke. | Erin McCarthy | ||
| f443fbf | Her bun was baking, but her bloody heart was breaking. | pregnancy | Erin McCarthy | |
| e2037a2 | See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| aec3857 | Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a20be38 | They is four things that can destroy the earth, he said. Women, whiskey, money, and niggers. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d02cf2f | Dark of the invisible moon. The night now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b4fda71 | For this will to deceive that is in thing luminous may manifest itself likewise in retrospect and so by sleight of some fixed part of a journey already accomplished may also post men to fraudulent destinies | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 71562b8 | They sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in the sun. What do you want to do? said the kid. Get a drink of water. Other than that. I dont know. You want to try and head back? To Texas? I don't know where else. We'd never make it. Well you say. I aint got no say. He was coughing again. He held his chest with his good hand and sat as if he'd get his breath. What have you got, a c.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| de8254c | He lifted the slice of cake and bit into it and turned the page. The old musty album with its foxed and crumbling paper seemed to breathe a reek of the vault, turning up one by one these dead faces with their wan and loveless gaze out toward the spinning world, masks of incertitude before the cold glass eye of the camera or recoiling before this celluloid immortality or faces simply staggered into gaga by the sheer velocity of time. Old dis.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9f6e2e0 | The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c670667 | But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f90365f | They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 10d358c | Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 60390ad | I dont know what I ever done, she said. I truly dont. Chigurh nodded. Probably you do, he said. There's a reason for everything. She shook her head. How many times I've said them very words. I wont again. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5a2d1a5 | Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him. I know he's real. I have seen his work. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ea52b8c | He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 758f624 | If you've had the right kind of education, it's amazing how many things you can find to feel guilty about. | guilt | Pete McCarthy | |
| ee5ef1a | In the meantime: (1) be direct; (2) remember that, being smarter than men, women respond to courtesy and kindness; (3) if you want to know what kind of a wife someone will make, observe her around her father and mother; (4) as to who gets out of the elevator first, I just can't help you. | men women | David Mamet | |
| b05266d | When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it? But the world without light is wasteland and chaos, and a life without sacrifice is abomination. | Annie Dillard |