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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b23ecfb | When we lose our tolerance for vulnerability, joy becomes foreboding. | Brené Brown | ||
| 6c48db1 | The most dangerous stories we make up are the narratives that diminish our inherent worthiness. | Brené Brown | ||
| f2e3885 | Requiring accountability while also extending your compassion is not the easiest course of action, but it is the most humane, and, ultimately, the safest for the community. | compassion boundaries | Brené Brown | |
| 1f81d83 | Empathy is connecting with the emotion that someone is experiencing, not the event or the circumstance. | Brené Brown | ||
| 1e048bf | Not caring about our own pain and the pain of others is not working. How much longer are we willing to keep pulling drowning people out of the river one by one, rather than walking to the headwaters of the river to find the source of the pain? What will it take for us to let go of that earned self-righteousness and travel together to the cradle of the pain that is throwing all of us in at such a rate that we couldn't possibly save everyone?.. | Brené Brown | ||
| f785ad0 | Perfectionism is not abut healthy achievement and growth. Perfectionism is the belief that if we live perfect, look perfect, and act perfect, we can minimize or avoid the pain of blame, judgement, and shame. It's a shield. | Brené Brown | ||
| 579e334 | If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper might have used the word , as if a mountain range had opened inside her, but instead it used the word , a light coming on in an empty room. The telephone fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating a sunday, dusky. If it had been , we could have cradled her as she grew smaller, wiped her mouth, said good-bye. But it was , how overnight we could be orphaned | dying | Nick Flynn | |
| 28da5cb | It's humbling to become the very thing you once mocked. | cool-girl gone-girl | Gillian Flynn | |
| 9ff5ecb | I take a giant breath, roll my anger up into a red rubber ball, and mentally kick it out into space. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| ef9ae01 | For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I'd want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who'd like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I'd want to grab the poor guy by the lapels or messenger bag and say: The.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a8a991f | My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 7a7ac9f | If you own a bar on your own, you're a player; if you own it with your beloved twin sister, you're-" "Irish." | irish | Gillian Flynn | |
| d00adaa | A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river. | John Steinbeck | ||
| de78d63 | think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense," C. S. Lewis wrote after the death of his wife. "It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. .. | Joan Didion | ||
| 0fc8c1d | I promised myself that I would maintain momentum. "Maintain momentum" was the imperative that echoed all the way downtown. In fact I had no idea what would happen if I lost it. In fact I had no idea what it was." | Joan Didion | ||
| 1705a58 | This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days,the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning." | foreboding | Joan Didion | |
| 753cc63 | I do not know many people who think they have succeeded as parents. Those who do tend to cite the markers that indicate (their own) status in the world: the Stanford degree....Those of us less inclined to compliment ourselves on our parenting skills, in other words most of us, recite rosaries of our failures, our neglects, our derelictions and delinquencies. | Joan Didion | ||
| d307fa4 | Words tend to last a big longer than things, but eventually they fade too, along with the pictures they once evoked. Entire categories of objects disappear - flowerpots, for example, or cigarette filters, or rubber bands - and for a time you will be able to recognize those words, even if you cannot recall what they mean. But then, little by little, the words become only sounds, a random collection of glottals and fricatives, a storm of whir.. | Paul Auster | ||
| 3051734 | Social capital may turn out to be a prerequisite for, rather than a consequence of, effective computer-mediated communication. | computers internet technology | Robert D. Putnam | |
| d554bed | Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered--either by themselves or by others. | Sean Patrick | ||
| ec031cc | I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure," she said, "I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him." | Alice Sebold | ||
| 0615c97 | My life was over; my life had just begun. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 5a5da61 | Lindsey took my father's hand and watched his face for movement. My sister was growing up before my eyes. I listened as she whispered the words he had sung to the two of us before Buckley was born: Stones and bones; snow and frost seeds and beansand polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all who knowwho Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that's who. They know where they are, do you, do you? When her eyes closed and they b.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 38fa3ee | Do you ever think of her?' she asked. They were quiet again. All the time,' Ruth said. A chill ran down my spine. 'Sometimes I think she's lucky, you know. I hate this place.' Me too,' Ray said. 'But I've lived other places. This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one.' You're not implying...' She's in heaven, if you believe in that stuff.' You don't?' I don't think so, no.' I do,' Ruth said. 'I don't mean la-la angel wing crap, but.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| b1e40fd | Dick called, but he just left dirty voice-mail messages. Let's just say if I'm ever in the market for a massage involving canola oil and marabou feathers, I'm covered. | funny jane-jameson molly-harper nice-girls-don-t-have-fangs richard dirty | Molly Harper | |
| 3695430 | There were so many things Sebastian and I had to work out: we'd both been single for so long that blending our lives together wasn't going to be easy. I'd promised Sebastian we'd find a way. He deserved to be loved for everything he was. And for whatever crazy reason he had, he loved me, too. | romance | Jane Harvey-Berrick | |
| 32417f1 | The material object of observation, the bicycle or rotisserie, can't be right or wrong. Molecules are molecules. They don't have any ethical codes to follow except those people give them. The test of the machine is the satisfaction it gives you. There isn't any other test. If the machine produces tranquillity it's right. If it disturbs you it's wrong until either the machine or your mind is changed. The test of the machine's always your own.. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| f1d2934 | One thing about pioneers that you don't hear mentioned is that they are invariably, by their nature, mess-makers. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 9990250 | If you get careless or go romanticizing scientific information, giving it a flourish here and there, Nature will soon make a complete fool out of you. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| b5c5572 | Hank, this is great." "Yes." He said it simply, openly. There was no flattered pleasure in his voice, and no modesty. This, she knew, was a tribute to her, the rarest one person could pay another: the tribute of feeling free to acknowledge one's own greatness, knowing that it is understood." | Ayn Rand | ||
| e76539d | I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame. And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride. This god, this one word: "I." | god individual pride | Ayn Rand | |
| 53f971d | LuAnn) Whatever. That'll teach me not to build my life around a man whose favorite book is . Listen, kid." She waggles her finger, as if scolding me. "Nothing good comes from Ayn RAnd. Trust me on this." | humor | Abby McDonald | |
| b03b731 | She was twelve years old when she told Eddie Willers that she would run the railroad when they grew up. She was fifteen when it occurred to her for the first time that women did not run railroads and that people might object. to hell with that, she thought--and never worried about it again. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 3b3d667 | Be ugly, be God | Ayn Rand | ||
| 62ea85e | Do you want me to remind you that you once swore to make my happiness aim of your life? And that you cant say in all honesty whether i am happy or unhappy, because you haven't even inquired whether i exist? | Ayn Rand | ||
| 5eec91c | He watched the pain's unsummoned appearance with a cold, detached curiosity; he said to himself: Well, here it is again. He waited to see how long it would last. It gave him a strange, hard pleasure to watch his fight against it, and he could forget that it was his own suffering; he could smile in contempt, not realizing that he smiled at his own agony. Such moments were rare. But when they came, he felt as he did in the quarry: that he had.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| e897f54 | Sometimes after dinner, he would walk into the woods that began behind the house. He would stretch down on the ground on his stomach, his elbows, planted before him, his hands propping his chin and he would watch the patterns of veins on the green blades of grass under his face, he would blow at them and watch the blades tremble then stop again. He would roll over on his back and lie still, feeling the warmth of the earth under him. Far abo.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 21c5871 | If some men do not choose to think, but survive by imitating and repeating, like trained animals, the routine of sounds and motions they learned from others, never making an effort to understand their own work, it still remains true that their survival is made possible only by those who did choose to think and to discover the motions they are repeating. The survival of such mental parasites depend on blind chance; their unfocused minds are .. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 2df0bbe | I am older than you. Believe me, there is no other way to live on earth. Men are not open to truth or reason. They cannot be reached by a rational argument. The mind is powerless against them. Yet we have to deal with them. If we want to accomplish anything, we have to deceive them into letting us accomplish it. Or force them. They understand nothing else. We cannot expect their support for any endeavor of the intellect, for any goal of the.. | science truth | Ayn Rand | |
| 978d923 | It's so much easier to pass judgment on a man than on an idea. Though how in hell one passes judgment on a man without considering the content of his brain is more than I'll ever understand. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 060abf4 | The effort he demanded of his employees was hard to perform; the effort of himself was hard to believe. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 47a6e4e | The three of them set out every morning on adventures of their own kind. Once, an elderly professor of literature, Mrs. Taggart's friend, saw them on top of a pile in a junk yard, dismantling the carcass of an automobile. He stopped, shook his head and said to Francisco, 'A young man of your position ought to spend his time in libraries, absorbing the culture of the world.' 'What do you think I'm doing?' asked Francisco. | Ayn Rand | ||
| d5bf916 | p.61 He [Roark] was usually disliked, from the first sight of his face, anywhere he went. His face was closed like the door of a safety vault; things locked in safety vaults are valuable; men did not care to feel that. He was a cold, disquieting presence in the room; his presence had a strange quality: it made itself felt and yet it made them feel that he was not there; or perhaps that he was and they weren't. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 1d1435a | My dearest one, it is not proper for men to be without names. There was a time when each man had a name of his own to distinguish him from all other men. So let us choose our names. I have read of a man who lived many thousands of years ago, and of all the names in these books, his is the one I wish to bear. He took the light of the gods and brought it to men, and he taught men to be gods. And he suffered for his deed as all bearers of ligh.. | Ayn Rand |