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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 33de494 | The truth is, however, that when two individuals detest each other, while being unable to get along without each other, it is not of all human relations the truest and most moving, but rather the most pitiable. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| eb560dc | At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was so useless. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| c5cadb3 | Then in October, Indian Summer, the air turned so soft, the sunlight so fragile, and each day's loveliness so poignantly doomed that even self-ignorance and restlessness felt like profound states of being, and he just wandered the empty beaches and misty headlands in a state of serene confusion and awe. | David James Duncan | ||
| c9498f6 | The Austrian writer Robert Musil summed up the Fanatic's great rhetorical advantage in just ten words: There is no truth which stupidity can't make use of. | David James Duncan | ||
| f712851 | Emeralds,' said the rabbit. 'Emeralds make a lovely gift. | Maurice Sendak | ||
| 528f39f | She had already--carefully, obediently--stepped through all the stages of bereavement: anger, denial, bargaining, Haagen-Dazs, rage. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 0b8dd26 | And it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home, the deep and arbitrary place that happened to be yours. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 322e389 | Marriage, she felt, was a fine arrangement generally, except that one never got it generally. One got it very, very specifically. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| c1dd89a | Love is art, not truth. It's like painting a scenery.' These are the things one takes from mothers. Once they die, of course, you get the strand of pearls, the blue quilt, some of the original wedding gifts - a tray shellacked with the invitation, an old rusted toaster - but the touches and the words and the moaning the night she dies, these are what you seize, save, carry around in little invisible envelopes, opening them up quickly, like .. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| d93f3ad | It was true. Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed. | feminism feminism-gender gender gender-roles relationships | Lorrie Moore | |
| dffb898 | She was wearing an old summer dress as a nightgown, but in the mornings it could work as a dress again, if you just tossed a cardigan over it and put on shoes. In this risky manner, she knew, insanity could encroach. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 6a85e9a | If you were alone when you were born, alone when you were dying, really absolutely alone when you were dead, why "learn to be alone" in between? If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinki.. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 245dccc | So much urgent and lifelike love went rumbling around underground and died there, never got expressed at all, so let some errant inconvenient attraction have its way. There was so little time | inconvenience love | Lorrie Moore | |
| 9595dac | Oh my God. I'm not Keith Richards. I'm Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk! | drunk keith-richards the-rolling-stones | Dave Mustaine | |
| 1ad4657 | Real love is unconditional love. Unconditional love is a decision we make within ourselves. The process is one of intention and the decision to be a loving person. If I decide to love you, that is my inner decision. There is nothing the other person can do about it. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 262bae3 | If you think a guilty thought and have somebody test your muscle strength, you will see that the muscle instantly goes weak. Your cerebral hemisphere has become desynchronized and all of your energy meridians are thrown out of balance. Nature, therefore, says that guilt is destructive. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| 34b85fd | The way to become that exciting person whom people want to know is very easy. We simply picture the kind of person we want to be and surrender all the negative feelings and blocks that prevent us from being that. What happens, then, is that all we need to have and to do will automatically fall into place. This is because, in contrast to having and doing, the level of being has the most power and energy. When it is given priority, it automat.. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| e00020a | when we heal something in ourselves, we heal it for the world. | David R. Hawkins | ||
| b274dac | Hey, I can cook." "How do you know? You haven't eaten anything since before the Norman Conquest." "I've never had any complaints." "Given the infants you date, I'm not surprised. You could serve them sawdust and they'd eat it with a smile, dazzled by the swing of your broadsword." "What do you know about the swing of my broadsword?" "More than I care to. Women talk." Which shut him up, as he started wondering who'd said what." -- | tristan | Angela Knight | |
| abee48e | The sunset was spectacular, and they were safe in the minibus with the students from Estonia who were on their way to Salzburg for the tour. Jonah sat up front with girls and led a sing-along. Who would have guessed that the hip-hop star knew all the words to "Climb Ev'ry Mountain"?" | Jude Watson | ||
| a54fdf9 | They're just weeds, love, they don't belong anywhere.' Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow. 'That doesn't seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere. | inspirational weeds wisdom | Kathryn Hughes | |
| 880ab79 | Perhaps the individual is so viable a god because he can actually understand the ceremonial significance of the way he is treated, and quite on his own can respond dramatically to what is proffered him. In contacts between such deities there is no need for middlemen; each of these gods is able to serve as his own priest. | deference interaction rituals | Erving Goffman | |
| bcf27e6 | All writers are to some extent inventors, describing people as they would like to see them in life. | disillusionment evangelism idealism | Harold Bloom | |
| e66bd79 | Leggiamo per porre rimedio alla nostra solitudine, anche se poi, di fatto, la nostra solitudine cresce parallelamente all'aumentare e all'approfondirsi delle nostre letture. Non riuscirei proprio a considerare il leggere come un vizio, ma va concesso che non si tratta neppure di una virtu. | lettura solitudine virtù vizio | Harold Bloom | |
| b944871 | The defense of the Western Canon is in no way a defense of the West or a nationalist enterprise. . . . The greatest enemies of aesthetic and cognitive standards are purported defenders who blather to us about moral and political values in literature. We do not live by the ethics of the , or by the politics of Plato. Those who teach interpretation have more in common with the Sophists than with Socrates. What can we expect Shakespeare to do.. | Harold Bloom | ||
| a3cbc8b | Since ideology, particularly in it's shallower versions, is peculiarly destructive of the capacity to apprehend and appreciate irony, I suggest that the recovery of the ironic might be our fifth principle for the restoration of reading. ... But with this principle, I am close to despair, since you can no more teach someone to be ironic than you can instruct them to become solitary. And yet the loss of irony is the death of reading, and of w.. | ideology irony | Harold Bloom | |
| 59aa983 | The antidote to fear is faith. | Wayne W. Dyer | ||
| b8661a0 | A composer once told me that the silence from which each note emerges is more important than the note itself. | Wayne W. Dyer | ||
| adfdf55 | The song instantly insisted it'd never existed. | David Mitchell | ||
| 0a54219 | I used to be a Catholic, and when I first started police work, I worried about that. I saw a lot of people dead or dying for no apparent reason . . . not people I killed, just people. Little kids who'd drowned, people dying in auto accidents and with heart attacks and strokes. I saw a lineman burn to death, up on a pole, little bits and pieces, and nobody could help . . . . I watched them go, screaming and crying and sometimes just lying th.. | John Sandford | ||
| 8ac6643 | Patience is the key to solutions. | Jean Sasson | ||
| 7c83f52 | This was 1941 and I'd been in prison eleven years. I was thirty-five. I'd spent the best years of my life either in a cell or in a black-hole. I'd only had seven months of total freedom with my Indian tribe. The children my Indian wives must have had by me would be eight years old now. How terrible! How quickly the time had flashed by! But a backward glance showed all these hours and minutes studding my calvary as terribly long, and each on.. | Henri Charrière | ||
| 5134cb7 | Hati yang utuh adalah hati yang pernah patah. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 2ee1f42 | The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone. | loss lost-loved-one spirit | Mitch Albom | |
| a699059 | We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra. Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All throughout the universe, time resumed and nature sang. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 486a836 | Ain't you supposed to have peace when you die?' You have peace,' the old woman said, 'when you make it with yourself. | Mitch Albom | ||
| dcb6f01 | You see this face, these wrinkles? I earned every one of them | Mitch Albom | ||
| 2969ee8 | Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes. | Mitch Albom | ||
| fcdf1e3 | Inside all humans is the entirety of your memories, the ones you can access and the ones you cannot. | Mitch Albom | ||
| c5baf8a | He mentioned a dear friend Morrie had, Maurie Stein, who had first sent Morrie's aphorisms to the Boston Globe. They had been together at Brandeis since the early sixties. Now Stein was going deaf. Koppel imagined the two men together one day, one unable to speak, the other unable to hear. What would that be like? "We will hold hands," Morrie said. "And there'll be a lot of love passing between us. Ted, we've had thirty-five years of friend.. | inspirational | Mitch Albom | |
| a916a58 | Did you know," the old woman said now, standing beside the grown-up Annie, "that a dog will go to a crying human before a smiling one? Dogs get sad when people around them get sad. They're created that way. It's called empathy. "Humans have it, too. But it gets blocked by other things--ego, self-pity, thinking your own pain must be tended to first. Dogs don't have those issues." | Mitch Albom | ||
| c42f5c9 | A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and .. | love | Mitch Albom | |
| bb541b6 | The hands of a clock will find their way home. | Mitch Albom | ||
| c252f1a | People think of heaven as a paradise garden, a place where they can float on clouds and laze in rivers and mountains. But scenery without solace is meaningless. - This is the greatest gift God can give you: To understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is the peace you have been searching for. | Mitch Albom |