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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8d14341 | To gain your energy from the right sources means you gain more energy from less; reducing the retarding factors means you have less friction that wastes your energy; focusing your motive power towards the direction of the collective human movement means you use others' energy to boost your energy. Gain more energy, waste less energy, spend the energy so next time you'll need less to achieve more. Increase human mass, reduce retarding force,.. | Nikola Tesla | ||
| bfc472b | One may feel a sudden wave of sadness and rake his brain for an explanation when he might have noticed that it was caused by a cloud cutting off the rays of the sun. | Nikola Tesla | ||
| 02a66ec | a telephone subscriber here may call up and talk to any other subscriber on the Globe. An inexpensive receiver, not bigger than a watch, will enable him to listen anywhere, on land or sea, to a speech delivered or music played in some other place, however distant. | Nikola Tesla | ||
| b1de075 | And as Flora twirled, other girls and women came through the field in all directions. Our heartache poured into one another like water from cup to cup. Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained. | Alice Sebold | ||
| a1464f5 | The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard." | Alice Sebold | ||
| c34efb6 | Judging Natalie as my mother had judged me was, I felt like telling her son, just my ass-backward way of showing love. I'd spent my life trying to translate that language, and now I realized I had come to speak it fluently. When was it that you realized the thread woven through your DNA carried the relationship deformities of your blood relatives as much as it did their diabetes and bone density? | relationships relatives | Alice Sebold | |
| 5832b72 | We stood-- the dead child and the living --on either side of my father, both wanting the same thing. To have him to ourselves forever. To please us both was an impossibility. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 4f072d0 | If you stop asking why you were killed instead of someone else, stop investigating the vacuum left by your loss, stop wondering what everyone left on Earth is feeling, you can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth. | Alice Sebold | ||
| ec22c35 | But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out | Alice Sebold | ||
| bc108ca | I realized then that they would not know when I was gone, just as they could not know how heavily I hovered in a particular room. Buckley had talked to me and I had talked back. Even if I hadn't thought I'd been talking to him. I had. I became manifest in whatever way they wanted me to be. And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room. She would always feel me and think of.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| ad80442 | Lindsey and I would lie down on the floor underneath it. I would pretend to be the knight that was pictured, and Holiday was the faithful dog curled up at his feet. Lindsey would be the wife he'd left behind. It always dissolved into giggles no matter how solemn the start. Lindsey would tell the dead knight that a wife had to move on, that she couldn't be trapped for the rest of her life by a man who was frozen in time. .... "You're dead, k.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 7214c95 | Occasionally my mother called from California. My parents had hurried and difficult conversations. She asked after Buckley and Linsey and Holiday. She asked how the house was holded up and whether there was anything he needed to tell her. 'We still miss you,' he said in December 1977, when the leaves had all fallen and been blown or raked away but even still, with the ground waiting to recieve it, there had been no snow. 'I know that,' she .. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 6022903 | At Evensong one night, while Holly played at sax and Mrs. Bethel Utemeyer joined in, I saw him: Holiday, racing past a fluffy white Samoyed. He had lived to a ripe old age on earth and slept at my father's feet after my mother left, never wanting to let him out of his sight... I waited for him to sniff me out, anxious to know if here, on the other side, I would still be the little girl he slept beside. I did not have to wait long: he was so.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 08bdb31 | Look what happens when we dream. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 022fa9d | She had a stare that stretched to infinity. She was, in that moment, not my mother but something separate from me. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 959cc6b | Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! | Alice Sebold | ||
| 93f54a2 | She was unaware that she was somewhat of a celebrity up in heaven. I had told people about her, what she did, how she observed moments of silence up and down the city and wrote small individual prayers in her journal, and the story had travelled so quickly that women lined up to know she had found where they'd been killed. She had fans in heaven..... Meanwhile, for us, she was doing important work, work that most people on Earth were too fr.. | Alice Sebold | ||
| 9dd2f25 | There's nothing to forgive ... We fell in love: it's not a crime. | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| 1be2db7 | He didn't care what people thought about the way he looked. He knew that his tats, his piercings, the way he dressed, gave people a giant fuck off message, and that suited him just fine. That shit was deliberate. | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| 21484cd | Something making you smile, Hunter?" "Yeah! I never got a round of applause before." "Maybe she was applauding me." "Nah, she thinks I'm a stud, I can tell." | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| d664392 | Do you know what I dream about? My dream would be to die looking at the lights on the Ferris wheel. When I get old, when my body has given up, that's what I want to see. And in that dream, you're standing next to me. | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| 92a03a7 | Every man in this room wants you, Caro. I'm so fucking proud, I can't stop smiling. | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| 4396d79 | Yeah? Well, life happens while you're making other plans. | Jane Harvey-Berrick | ||
| 7a0b289 | You see things vacationing on a motorcycle in a way that is completely different from any other. In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anym.. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 4fd0dc9 | People arrive at a factory and perform a totally meaningless task from eight to five without question because the structure demands that it be that way. There's no villain, no "mean guy" who wants them to live meaningless lives, it's just that the structure, the system demands it and no one is willing to take on the formidable task of changing the structure just because it is meaningless." | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 09f209f | People spend their entire lives at those lower altitudes without any awareness that this high country exists. | america country explore get-lost montana mountains wild-west | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| 294a856 | Gumption is the psychic gasoline that keeps the whole thing going. If you haven't got it there's no way the motorcycle can possibly be fixed. But if you have got it and know how to keep it there's absolutely no way in this whole world that motorcycle can keep from getting fixed. It's bound to happen. Therefore the thing that must be monitored at all times and preserved before anything else is the gumption. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 2256936 | Quality ... you know what it is, yet you don't know what it is. But that's self-contradictory. But some things are better than others, that is, they have more quality. But when you try to say what the quality is, apart from the things that have it, it all goes poof! There's nothing to talk about. But if you can't say what Quality is, how do you know what it is, or how do you know that it even exists? If no one knows what it is, then for all.. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 8b71aea | The past cannot remember the past. The future can't generate the future. The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| dbc10ce | It's normal at this point for the fear-anger syndrome to take over and make you want to hammer on that side plate with a chisel, to pound it off with a sledge if necessary. You think about it, and the more you think about it the more you're inclined to take the whole machine to a high bridge and drop it off. It's just outrageous that a tiny little slot of a screw can defeat you so totally. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| c129c13 | The Church of Reason, like all institutions of the System, is based not on individual strength but upon individual weakness. What's really demanded in the Church of Reason is not ability, but inability. Then you are considered teachable. A truly able person is always a threat. | Robert M. Pirsig | ||
| 964cb87 | If Quality were dropped, only rationality would remain unchanged. | rationality | Robert M. Pirsig | |
| 953793e | The happier you are, the less you need. | Francesca Lia Block | ||
| 8b6011f | So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another--their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 97d548f | It is my will which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must respect. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 7d29cc0 | The sacred word: EGO | Ayn Rand | ||
| 377afe5 | The sight of an achievement was the greatest gift a human being could offer to others. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 2875f3a | Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt. | pride | Ayn Rand | |
| 44811e3 | For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two? | electricity truth | Ayn Rand | |
| 76aba46 | He had just graduated from college...and he wanted to decide whether life was worth living. He did not know that this was the question in his mind. He did not think of dying. He thought only that he wished to find joy and reason and meaning in life-and that none had been offered to him anywhere. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 63ae0c0 | her face lay still on the air under his face... | Ayn Rand | ||
| b7ca87d | If it were true, that old legend about appearing before a supreme judge and naming one's record, I would offer, with all my pride, not any act I committed, but one thing I have never done on this earth: that I never sought an outside sanction. I would stand and say: I am Gail Wynand, the man who has committed every crime except the foremost one: that of ascribing futility to the wonderful act of existence and seeking justification beyond my.. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 2ce906b | The mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective brain. There is no such thing as a collective thought. An agreement reached by a group of men is only a compromise or an average drawn upon many individual thoughts. It is a secondary consequence. The primary act--the process of reason--must be performed by each man alone. | individual mind the-fountainhead | Ayn Rand | |
| c02dd82 | The shadows of leaves fall upon their arms, as they spread the branches apart, but their shoulders are in the sun. The skin of their arms is like a blue mist, but their shoulders are white and glowing, as if the light fell not from above, but rose from under their skin. We watch the leaf which has fallen upon their shoulder and it lies at the curve of their neck, and a drop of dew glistens upon it like a jewel. | Ayn Rand |