1
2
3
5
8
12
20
33
52
83
133
213
340
543
867
1384
2208
2211
2212
2213
2214
2215
3346
3522
5443
5619
6757
7581
8098
8422
8625
8752
8832
8882
8913
8932
8945
8953
8957
8960
8962
8963
8964
8965
▲
▼
| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 29ba9b1 | What's fun for other people may not be fun for you- and vice versa. | personality happiness preferences | Gretchen Rubin | |
| e7c1195 | In the chaos of everyday life, it's easy to lose sight of what really matters, and I can use my habits to make sure that my life reflects my values. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| b33ba6b | We won't make ourselves more creative and productive by copying other people's habits, even the habits of geniuses; we must know our own nature, and what habits serve us best. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 3300974 | How we schedule our days is how we spend our lives. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| ebaa5ea | you have to do that kind of work for yourself. If you do it for other people, you end up wanting them to acknowledge it and to be grateful and to give you credit. If you do it for yourself, you don't expect other people to react in a particular way. | Gretchen Rubin | ||
| 3cf5625 | To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul. | joy soul | George Eliot | |
| ef54e34 | I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come. | George Eliot | ||
| 9cddef4 | eh, there's trouble i' this world, and there's things as we can niver make out the rights on. And all we've got to do is to trusten - Master Marner, to do the right thing as fur as we know, and to trusten. For if us as knows so little can see a bit o' good and rights, we may be sure as there's a good and a rights bigger nor what we can know. | George Eliot | ||
| af9fb3c | The limits of variation are really much wider than any one would imagine from the sameness of women's coiffure and the favourite love-stories in prose and verse. Here and there a cygnet is reared uneasily among the ducklings in the brown pond, and never finds the living stream in fellowship with its own oary-footed kind. Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving heart-beats and sobs after an unattained goodn.. | George Eliot | ||
| c6f9ae8 | The sense of security more frequently springs from habit than from conviction, and for this reason it often subsists after such a change in the conditions as might have been expected to suggest alarm. The lapse of time during which a given event has not happened, is, in this logic of habit, constantly alleged as a reason why the event should never happen, even when the lapse of time is precisely the added condition which makes the event imm.. | security | George Eliot | |
| 09a8d67 | It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient. | patience | George Eliot | |
| 000cf92 | Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do not believe them: it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in. Even idleness is eager now--eager for amusement; prone to excursion-trains, art museums, periodical literature, and exciting novels; prone even to scientific theorizing and cursory peeps through microscopes. Old Leisure was quite a different personage... | leisure technology | George Eliot | |
| c81fe26 | The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature. | George Eliot | ||
| 544a9c8 | I never had any preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. | romance | George Eliot | |
| c991477 | I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in." Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own" | Kimberly McCreight | ||
| 656b829 | Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile and inhumane than love; yet it is also absolutely beautiful and necessary. | relationships life love to-the-lighthouse modernism virginia-woolf | Virginia Woolf | |
| 206b255 | Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magni.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d95948f | Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas, lightly scored with running lines. It would be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words withou.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| cff3112 | The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0761b1f | For in marriage a little licence,a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house; which Richard gave her, and she him. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| a163369 | He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be; or, for image followed image, it was the back of a great horse that he was riding, or the deck of a tumbling ship -- it was anything indeed, so long as it was hard, for he felt the need of something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed fill.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| bd9d77b | With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| d75b3d7 | She held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 3b0abdb | Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning? | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 73e051e | All who have brought about a state of sex-consciousness are to blame, and it is they who drive me, when I want to stretch my faculties on a book, to seek it in that happy age ... when the writer used both sides of his mind [the male and female sides of his mind] equally. One must turn back to Shakespeare then, for Shakespeare was androgynous; and so were Keats and Sterne and Cowper and Lamb and Coleridge. Shelley perhaps was sexless. Milton.. | shakespeare mind writing keats | Virginia Woolf | |
| 8c086c2 | This I say is the present moment; this is the first day of the summer holidays. This is part of the emerging monster to whom we are attached. | present-moment monster | Virginia Woolf | |
| 9d156af | Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do. They are driven by instincts which are not within their control. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 199194e | It was some such feeling of completeness perhaps which, ten years ago, standing almost where she stood now, had made her say that she must be in love with the place. Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene, or meeting of people (all now gone and separate), one of those globed compact.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 10b440c | There is a sadness at the back of life which some people do not attempt to mitigate. Entirely aware of their own standing in the shadow, and yet alive to every tremor and gleam of existence, there they endure. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| c742329 | Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. But which is the true story? That I do not know. Hence I keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. Thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an* other I do not cling to life. I shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. My philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment .. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 5abffd2 | Let me now raise my song of glory. Heaven be praised for solitude. Let me be alone. Let me cast and throw away this veil of being, this cloud that changes with the least breath, night and day, and all night and all day. While I sat here I have been changing. I have watched the sky change. I have seen clouds cover the stars, then free the stars, then cover the stars again. Now I look at their changing no more. Now no one sees me and I change.. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8875b26 | Buy for me from the King's own kennels, the finest elk hounds of the Royal strain, male and female. Bring them back without delay. For," he murmured, scarcely above his breath as he turned to his books, "I have done with men." | dogs men humanity | Virginia Woolf | |
| 94b8558 | When two people have been married for years they seem to become unconscious of each other's bodily presence so that they move as if alone, speak aloud things which they do not expect to be answered, and in general seem to experience all the comfort of solitude without its loneliness. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 44ca038 | It is remarkable...what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 0292259 | Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels... | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 8f36116 | Books - books - books," said Helen, in her absent-minded way. "More new books - I wonder what you find in them..." | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 7510c15 | Pray heaven that the inside of my mind may not be exposed | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 903392e | So on a summer's day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying 'that is all' more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too 'that is all'. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. | Virginia Woolf | ||
| 6e0c288 | Even a stone has its uses, and man who is the most intelligent of all creatures must be of some use, hasn't he? | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| 18d4ba4 | The fair-haired man was one of those people in whose character there is at first sight a certain obstinacy. Before you can open your mouth, they are already prepared to argue and, it seems, will never agree to anything that is clearly contrary to their way of thinking, will never call a stupid thing smart, and in particular will never dance to another man's tune; but it always ends up that there is a certain softness in their character, tha.. | Nikolai Gogol | ||
| ad92ca8 | Not finance. Not strategy. Not technology. It is teamwork that remains the ultimate competitive advantage, both because it is so powerful and so rare. | Patrick Lencioni | ||
| 140713d | In quella parte del libro de la mia memoria dinanzi a la quale poco si potrebbe leggere, si trova una rubrica la quale dice: INCIPIT VITA NOVA | Dante Alighieri | ||
| bbbc25f | how short a time the fire of love endures in woman if frequent sight and touch do not rekindle it. | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 1cd5be0 | My son, Here may indeed be torment, but not death. | Dante Alighieri |