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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1634b24 | But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost. | James Frey | ||
| f3d6d1c | For some it is harder to write a novel than to row a bathtub across the North Atlantic. | James N. Frey | ||
| 2ac2ac8 | Men need to remember that when women seem upset and talk about problems is not the time to offer solutions; instead she needs to be heard, and gradually she will feel better on her own. | John Gray | ||
| e00cea6 | A common error of western commentators who seek to interpret Islamism sympathetically is to view it as a form of localised resistance to globalisation. In fact, Islamism is also a universalist political project. Along with Neoliberals and Marxists, Islamists are participants in a dispute about how the world as whole is to be governed. None is ready to entertain the possibility that it should always contain a diversity of regimes. On this po.. | John Gray | ||
| aad150c | Alone among the animals, humans seek meaning in their lives by killing and dying for the sake of nonsensical dreams. | John Nicholas Gray | ||
| 6761ee1 | The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans. | death touching | Jean M. Auel | |
| accac60 | I don't know, Jondalar. Maybe you haven't found the right woman. Maybe the Mother has someone special for you. She doesn't make many like you. You are really more than most women could bear. If all your love were concentrated on one, it could overwhelm her, if she wasn't one to whom the Mother gave equal gifts. | love serenio special | Jean M. Auel | |
| 533d746 | And their memory made them extraordinary. In them, the unconscious knowledge of ancestral behavior called instinct had evolved. Stored in the back of their large brains were not just their own memories, but the memories of their forebears. They could recall knowledge learned by their ancestors and, under special circumstances, they could go a step beyond. They could recall their racial memory, their own evolution. And when they reached back.. | Jean M. Auel | ||
| 6b42c35 | In my younger days dodging the draft, I somehow wound up in the Marine Corps. There's a myth that Marine training turns baby-faced recruits into bloodthirsty killers. Trust me, the Marine Corps is not that efficient. What it does teach, however, is a lot more useful. The Marine Corps teaches you how to be miserable. This is invaluable for an artist. Marines love to be miserable. Marines derive a perverse satisfaction in having colder chow, .. | artist author creative-block focus marine perseverance writers-block | Steven Pressfield | |
| 69f47f5 | Lat at nigh have you experienced a vision of the person you might become, the work you could accomplish, the realized being you were mean to be? Are you a writer who doesn't write, a painter who doesn't pain, an entrepreneur who never starts a venture? Then you know what Resistance is. | dream dreams meaning-of-life meant-to-be resistance | Steven Pressfield | |
| 1f4b405 | The awakening an artist must be ruthless, not only with herself but with others. | artist ruthless | Steven Pressfield | |
| b2e776f | Warfare is theatre, I have said, and the essence of theatre is aritifce. What we show, we will not do. What we don't show, we will do. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| d81c0e2 | Fame Imperishable and glory that will never die -- that is what we march for! | glory | Steven Pressfield | |
| 323daf7 | Don't think. Act. We can always revise and revisit once we've acted. But we can accomplish nothing until we act. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 5efb9a7 | Rule the world," Raistlin repeated softly, his eyes burning. "Rule the world? You still don't undestand, do you, my dear sister? Let me make this as plain as I know how." Now it was his turn to stand up. Pressing his thin hands upon the desk, he leaned towards her, like a snake. "I don't give damn about the world!" he said softly. "I could rule it tomorrow, if I wanted it! I don't." | Margaret Weis / Tracy Hickman | ||
| e6cda8d | If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater. | dragonlance-chronicles fantasy tanis tanis-half-elven | Margaret Weis | |
| cfce6b4 | My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them. | Anne Carson | ||
| 2b0998f | Friends disappear or they are powerless. This is what misfortune means an acid test of friendship. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. | friendship friendship-quotes friendship-true-and-loyal humanity-and-society life loss misfortune trivial | Anne Carson | |
| d53935f | That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attempted although married six months. Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not sure we got it right. He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully. Early next day I wrote a short talk ("On Defloration") which he stole and had published in a small quarterly magazine. Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us. | humor husband poetry | Anne Carson | |
| 55f2582 | The only disadvantage in surviving a dangerous experience lies in the fact that your story of it tends to be anticlimactic. You can never carry on right through the point where whatever it is that threatens your life actually takes it -- and get anybody to believe you. The world is full of sceptics. | storytelling | Beryl Markham | |
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| b7585a9 | Y en aquel reducto solitario me ponia a escribir cuentos. Ahora advierto que escribia cada vez que era infeliz, que me sentia solo o desajustado con el mundo en que me habia cado nacer. Y pienso si no sera siempre asi, que el arte de nuestro tiempo, ese arte tenso y desgarrado, nazca invariablemente de nuestro desajusdte, de nuestra ansiedad y nuestro descontento. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 805ab3e | As I wandered the streets in a desolate funk, I would ask myself the impossible, the embarrassing, the ultimate childish question of Why? - Why this city? Why this life? Why anything? Of course I knew that "why" was a question you were supposed to stop asking around the age of ten but I couldn't free myself from it." | Daniel Pinchbeck | ||
| b916afb | Nostalgia is basically the ability to forget the things that sucked. | Nelson DeMille | ||
| e036793 | She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her. | friendship life starting-over | Catherine Coulter | |
| 9650c1f | The pitch to which he was aroused was tremendous. All the fighting blood of his breed was up in him and surging through him. This was living., though he did not know it. He was realizing his own meaning in the world; he was doing that for which he was made.... He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do. | Jack London | ||
| 8c6ba6f | This man did not know cold. Possibly, all the generations of his ancestry had been ignorant of cold, of real cold, of cold 107 degrees below freezing point. But the dog knew; all its ancestry knew, and it had inherited the knowledge. | Jack London | ||
| 07d0aa3 | In dim ways he recognized in man the animal that had fought itself to primacy over the other animals of the Wild. Not alone out of his own eyes, but out of the eyes of all his ancestors was the cub now looking upon man. | Jack London | ||
| 8ddf05c | Much of the Wild had been lost, so that to them the Wild was the unknown, the terrible, the ever menacing and ever warring. But to him, in appearance and action and impulse, still clung the Wild. | Jack London | ||
| 6990c53 | He was disappointed in it all. He had developed into an alien. As the steam beer had tasted raw, so their companionship seemed raw to him. He was too far removed. Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself. He had travelled in the vast realm of intellect until he could no longer return home. On the other hand, he was human, and his gregarious need for companionship remained unsatisfied. He had foun.. | disappointment life | Jack London | |
| 482b25d | I'll have you know I do the swearing on this ship. If I need your assitance I'll call you." Capt. Wolf Larsen" | Jack London | ||
| 86be6c8 | Transcendent Oneness does not require self-examination, self-help, or self-work. It requires self-loss. | Barbara Ehrenreich | ||
| 0a82e20 | When our children are old enough, and if we can afford to, we send them to college, where despite the recent proliferation of courses on 'happiness' and 'positive psychology,' the point is to acquire the skills not of positive thinking but of *critical* thinking, and critical thinking is inherently skeptical. The best students -- and in good colleges, also the most successful -- are the ones who raise sharp questions, even at the risk of ma.. | Barbara Ehrenreich | ||
| f65615f | They" hate us because they feel--and "they" are not wrong--that it is within our power to do so much more, and that we practice a kind of passive-aggressive violence on the Third World. We do this by, for example, demonizing tobacco as poison here while promoting cigarettes in Asia; inflating produce prices by paying farmers not to grow food as millions go hungry worldwide; skimping on quality and then imposing tariffs on foreign products m.. | extremism hate ignorance irresponsible passive-aggressive poverty poverty-and-politics suffering third-world violence | Bill Maher | |
| d83524c | To acknowledge the existence of other people is also to acknowledge that they are not reliable sources of safety or comfort. | Barbara Ehrenreich | ||
| af99b2f | that's what old people are here for, -- else their experience is of little use. | louisa-may-alcott old-age | Louisa May Alcott | |
| a5a8155 | It's lovely to see people so happy. | jo-s-boys louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| c5584f4 | If people really want to go, and really try all their lives, I think they will get in; for I don't believe there are any locks on that door, or any guards at the gate. I always imagine it is as it is in the picture, where the shining ones stretch out their hands to welcome poor Christian as he comes up from the river. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| da36424 | I don't want a religion that I put away with my Sunday clothes, and don't take out till the day comes around again; I want something to see and feel and live day by day. | preaching religion spirituality sunday | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 1d8ce9e | Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| bffb80e | I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, - more's the pity! | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| e7d1db7 | hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon! | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 9875fc1 | Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 72e943b | I was never like the rest of you, making plans about the great things I'd do, I never saw myself as anything much, just shy, stupid little Beth, who's only use was at home. Why does everyone want to go away? I love being home, but I don't like being left behind. Now I'm the one going ahead, No one can stop God if He wants me, But I'm afraid I shall be homesick for you... even in heaven. | Louisa May Alcott |