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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| adc114c | He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at the bottom of the sea... | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 2667fc3 | I suffered from other kinds of pangs. I was prone to the most excessive dreaming, of such intensity and realism that when I awakened I felt I lost an entire universe of legends, myths, figures and cities of such color that they made our room seem a thousand times more bare, the poverty of the table more acute. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| a03b3b7 | I never lose sight of the whole. An impeccable dress is made to be lived in, to be torn, wet, stained, crumpled. | vision | Anaïs Nin | |
| 8cf34c9 | So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions. | book-quotes books | Anaïs Nin | |
| ee85727 | Hugo and I yield entirely to each other. We cannot be without each other, we cannot endure discord, war, estrangement, we cannot take walks alone, we do not like to travel without each other. We have yielded in spite of our individualism, our hatred of intimacy. We have absorbed our egocentric selves into our love. Our love is our ego. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 196ed83 | When human pain has struck me fiercely, when anger has corroded me, I rise, I always rise after the crucifixion, and I am in terror of my ascensions. THE FISSURE IN REALITY. The divine departure. I fall. I fall into darkness after the collusion with pain, and after pain the divine departure. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| a275d9b | His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt? | book-quotes books | Anaïs Nin | |
| 16e0df2 | I have forgotten my mask and my face was in it. Man | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 43ad629 | Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it and the way it should be done, is like the difference between a child's first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| d36554e | lshy' lwHyd ldhy 'sh`r bh 'Hynan hw lkhwf , lkhwf lrhyb ldhy ySybny b`dm ldrk 'Hynan mthl nwb@ mn ljnwn . | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 2a860c4 | Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. ANAIS NIN | Julia Cameron | ||
| f30985e | We are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks. | Anaïs Nin | ||
| 1bdc2a5 | I kept thinking of an old Robert Mitchum cowboy movie where he goes back to see the farmhouse where he was born and finds the house falling apart and an old man living in it by himself. "Lonely place," Robert Mitchum says. The old man says, "Nothing wrong with a lonely place as long as it's private. That's why I never married. Marriage is lonely, but it ain't private." That was always my most intense fear about getting married: When everyth.. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 9dbb29a | Like any teenager who reads The Great Gatsby, probably, I was madly in love with the teacher who had opened it up for me. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 40f6da9 | I have built my entire life around loving music, and I surround myself with it. I'm always racing to catch up on my next favorite song. But I never stop playing my mixes. Every fan makes them. The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with--nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and .. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| e7d355f | The things that bring couples together will always terrify me more than the things that tear us apart. They will always be harder to explain. They will always keep me up later. Love gone wrong has inspired so many great songs, but somehow, love going right is what's bizarre. It exposes deep freakcraft in the universe. As far as I'm concerned, 'some people are very kind' is the scariest line Bob Dylan ever wrote. Compared to that, his breaku.. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 28f4056 | Some of us are born Gladys Knights, and some of us are born Pips. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| dcceef8 | The reality of boy-girl life gets harsh, but in my fantasy, the music keeps them together. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 624e8e1 | I was the only kid at Camp Don Bosco who would admit he was an alter boy back home, so I served two masses a day all summer. But I loved the cassock and surplice, ringing the bells, lighting the candles - it was like being a glamrock roadie for God. | Rob Sheffield | ||
| 4b0ec19 | Falling in love with Renee was not the kind of thing you walk away from in one piece. I had no chance. She put a hitch in my git-along. She would wake up in the middle of the night and say things like "What if Bad Bad Leroy Brown was a girl?" or "Why don't they have commercials for salt like they do for milk?" Then she would fall back to sleep, while I would lie awake and give thanks for this alien creature beside whom I rested." | Rob Sheffield | ||
| fe54969 | You look stunning," I blurted. Mortified, I blushed as a rush of heat spread through my body. I must have swallowed more brandy than I'd realized." -- | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 99b0d80 | Sieges weathered. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 986c3f9 | Good food, fresh water, an occasional sweet and someone to care for. That's what everyone should have. | things-to-live-by tips | Maria V. Snyder | |
| b0b9d30 | One thing Valek did know how to do - sew. The other assassins hadn't called him the King Knitter for nothing. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| b7f12ad | When I failed to move, Valek pushed me off the mat and curled in my place under the covers. "Ahh. Still warm." "You're evil," I said, but he feigned sleep." | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 5eeaa39 | Ghost?" I asked. Moon Man pointed to Valek. "Kiki's name for him. It makes sense," he said, seeing the look of confusion on my face. "To magical beings, we see the world through our magic. We see him with our eyes, but cannot see him with our magic. So he is like a ghost to us." Valek listened to Moon Man. Although expressionless, I could tell by the rigid set to Valek's shoulders that he was prepared to strike. "Another relative?" Valek as.. | valek yelena | Maria V. Snyder | |
| b490c99 | No, love. You're the only one who has caused me to do the oddest things. You have truly poisoned me. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 76bf023 | What happened in the past can't be changed, but it can be a guide for what happens in your future. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 1201faf | You're living in the present. It's a reminder that you can see the future if you just point the glass in the right direction. | Maria V. Snyder | ||
| 1076995 | Not darkness, for that implies an understanding of light. Not silence, for that suggests a familiarity with sound. Not loneliness, for that requires knowledge of others. But still, faintly, so tenuous that if it were any less it wouldn't exist at all: awareness. Nothing more than that. Just awareness--a vague, ethereal sense of being. Being . . . but not becoming. No marking of time, no past or future--only an endless, featureless now, and,.. | Robert J. Sawyer | ||
| e85dffd | mkh mhwn rw bh zry dmh dd: khwb khh fkhrsh r mykhnm mybynm hmh' m dr tmm `mrmn bchhhyy hstym khh bh sbbbzyhymn dl khwsh khrdhym . wy bh rwzy khh dlkhwshyhymn r z m mygyrnd, y nmygdhrnd bh dlkhwshyhymn brsym. bchhhymn, mdrhymn, flsfhhymn... mdhhbmn... | Simin Daneshvar | ||
| b3f8387 | Don't mistake assertiveness or eloquence for good ideas. | Susan Cain | ||
| 71cad5d | Even multitasking, that prized feat of modern-day office warriors, turns out to be a myth. Scientists now know that the brain is incapable of paying attention to two things at the same time. What looks like multitasking is really switching back and forth between multiple tasks, which reduces productivity and increases mistakes by up to 50 percent. | Susan Cain | ||
| 7e50044 | If you're a manager, remember that one third to one half of your workforce is probably introverted, whether they appear that way or not. Think twice about how you design your organization's office space. Don't expect introverts to get jazzed up about open office plans or, for that matter, lunchtime birthday parties or team-building retreats. Make the most of introverts' strengths--these are the people who can help you think deeply, strategi.. | Susan Cain | ||
| 3bd5729 | Purification and redemption are such recurrent themes in ritual because there is a clear and ubiquitous need for them: we all do regrettable things as a result of our own circumstances, and new rituals are frequently invented in response to new circumstances. | purify redemption regret ritual themes | Susan Cain | |
| a88cc50 | Pay attention to what you envy. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it tells the truth. You mostly envy those who have what you desire. | Susan Cain | ||
| 77372b0 | He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known. | Kristan Higgins | ||
| 93c8697 | Parallel the care the dancer takes on her finest | Hafez | ||
| 383c05b | Art is the conversation between lovers. Art offers an opening for the heart. True art makes the divine silence in the soul Break into applause. | Hafez | ||
| a54e4db | n lTby`@ -why tHqq mhmth lsmy@ fy lHfZ `l~ tdfq lbd`-tGrs fy nfws lbn krh bl nfwr mn ldhwq lmwrwth@ `n lb wljdd.n lTby`@ l trD~ btrth shl sy'G ytnqlh jyl `n jyl nskh wtkrr .nh tqym Drb mn ltnqD byn jyl lbshr...thm l tlbth b`d (dwr@)shq@ khSyb@ n t`wd blHfd ltD`hm `l~ drb lslf | Stefan Zweig | ||
| b875fc6 | l ymkn 'n 'Sf lk mrrty wy'sy, lknk tstTy` 'n ttkhyl m sh`rt bh: 'l tkwn fy nZr nsn mnHtah kl Hytk, 'kthr mn dhbb@ thushh ydun ksl~ bDjr. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| d26599d | Nationalism emerged to agitate the world only after the war, and the first visible phenomenon which this intellectual epidemic of our century brought about was xenophobia; morbid dislike of the foreigner, or at least fear of the foreigner. The world was on the defensive against strangers, everywhere they got short shrift. The humiliations which once had been devised with criminals alone in mind now were imposed upon the traveler, before and.. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| 07f7e09 | He sensed the presence of death, he sensed the presence of undying love: something broke open inside him, and he thought of the invisible woman, incorporeal and passionate, as one might think of distant music. | invisible-woman last-line letter-from-an-unknown-woman | Stefan Zweig | |
| 922a859 | It always demands a far greater degree of courage for an individual to oppose an organized movement than to let himself be carried along with the stream -- individual courage, that is, a variety of courage that is dying out in these times of progressive organization and mechanization. | Stefan Zweig |