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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8638a7e | The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 262f0c6 | Let's] put feet to our prayers. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 598246c | So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| e83ac17 | Spinners take out the bad stuff, leave in the good. I've always thought how nice it would be to have spinners like this for human beings. Just toss them in and let the spinner do its work. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| ec69af3 | There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip through the hinges where you've hung it so careful. | the-secret-life-of-bees | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| a37617c | I said, "Where's all that delivering God's supposed to do?" He snorted. "You're right, the only deliverance is the one we get for ourselves. The Lord doesn't have any hands and feet but ours." "That doesn't say much for the Lord." "It doesn't say much for us, either." | deliverance faith | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 4e9651b | And second, once we are caught in the pattern of creating ourselves from cultural blueprints, it becomes a primary way of receiving validation. We become unknowingly bound up in a need to please the cultural father--the man holding the brush--and live up to his images of what a woman should be and do. We're rewarded when we do; life gets difficult when we don't. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 4885d4c | The mermaids came to me finally, in the pink hours of my life. They are my consolation. For them I dove with arms outstretched, my life streaming out behind me, a leap against all proprieties and expectations, but a leap that was somehow saving and necessary. How can I ever explain or account for that? I dove, and a pair of invisible arms simply appeared, unstinting arms, like the musculature of grace suddenly revealing itself. They caught .. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 90b68e2 | What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6d6b7b3 | I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a2f4919 | Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a2dc4ba | What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head, rocking and abandoned. It is indeed a delporable sight, a deplorable example, for the people, who so need to be encouraged, in their bitter toil, and to have before their eyes manifestations of strength only, of courage and joy, without which they might collapse, at the end of the day, and.. | example identifying-with-others people separation | Samuel Beckett | |
| 6e8b94d | I seem to grasp at certain moments the nuance that divides bad from worse. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7b54fad | In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes, | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 005ed65 | I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| b4a060a | So all things limp together for the only possible. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c1dc022 | There's my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don't say no, this evening. There has to be one, it seems, once there is speech, no need of a story, a story is not compulsory, just a life, that's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself whereas life alone is enough. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 8f31fdc | Sometimes I am wrong. ( ) But not often. ( ) Sometimes all is over, for the day, all done, all said, all ready for the night, and the day not over, far from over, the night not ready, far, far from ready. ( ) But not often. ( ) | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a116838 | As for my needs, they had dwindled as it were to my dimensions and become, if I may say so, of so exquisite a quality as to exclude all thought of succour. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1796dc7 | In many ways, women are death's natural companions. Every time a woman gives birth, she is creating not only a life, but also a death. Samuel Beckett wrote that women "give birth astride of a grave." Mother Nature is indeed a real mother, creating and destroying in a constant loop." | Caitlin Doughty | ||
| 6e9efaf | wldymyr: ... wly m sr qrrmwn mwndym, w yn dygh akhrshh. m qdys nystym, wly sr qrrmwn ystdym. chnd nfr my twnnd yn qdr bh khwdshwn bblnd? strgwn: mylywn h nfr. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| bf5fce3 | dhkrty D`yf@,ynzlq Sb`y lSGyr 'mm qlmy lrSS `br lSfH@ yHdhrny,ysqT `l~ lHf@,mnby'an nhy@ lsTr qd qtrbt ,lkn fy tjh akhr. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| dc17d96 | There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5e96909 | I was merely cursing, under my breath, God and man, under my breath, and the wet Saturday afternoon of my conception. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| e212c0e | There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0c0f775 | God knows I'm not intelligent otherwise I'd be dead | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 542a84c | Cheers the spirit, humor does, even at the darkest times. | star-wars wisdom yoda | Christie Golden | |
| 3e0fefc | Listen. You know what it's like when you're in a room with the light on and then suddenly the light goes out? I'll show you. It's like this." He turns out the light. BLACKOUT" | menace | Harold Pinter | |
| fb82fc0 | Weston: Look at my outlook. You don't envy it, right? Wesley: No. Weston: That's because it's full of poison. Infected. And you recognize poison, right? You recognize it when you see it? Wesley: Yes. Weston: Yes, you do. I can see that you do. My poison scares you. Wesley: Doesn't scare me. Weston: No? Wesley: No. Weston: Good. You're growing up. I never saw my old man's poison until I was much older than you. Much older. And then you know .. | darkness fathers | Sam Shepard | |
| 8f68dfb | When you consider all the writers who never even had a machine. Who would have given an eyeball for a good typewriter. Any typewriter. All the ones who wrote on a matchbook covers. Paper bags. Toilet paper. Who had their writing destroyed by their jailers. Who persisted beyond all odds. | writing | Sam Shepard | |
| 62a3d84 | We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| ab54b43 | And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy | lolita love lovers nymph | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 53ab617 | A first-rate college library with a comfortable campus around it is a fine milieu for a writer. There is, of course, the problem of educating the young. I remember how once, between terms, not at Cornell, a student brought a transistor set with him into the reading room. He managed to state that one, he was playing "classical" music; that two, he was doing it "softly"; and that three, "there were not many readers around in summer." I was th.. | cornell | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 409c42e | She considered me as if grasping all at once the incredible -- and somehow tedious, confusing and unnecessary -- fact that the distant, elegant, slender, forty-year-old valetudinarian in velvet coat sitting beside her had known and adored every pore and follicle of her pubescent body. In her washed-out gray eyes, strangely spectacled, our poor romance was for a moment reflected, pondered upon, and dismissed like a dull party, like a rainy p.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| a827859 | Feeling a bit nervous, as most people do at the prospect of seeing a doctor, I thought I would buy on my way to him something soothing to prevent an accelerated pulse from misleading credulous science. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| daaddf8 | My solemn exasperation was to her the silence of love. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| d9a5438 | At the hotel we had separate rooms, but in the middle of the night she came sobbing into mine, and we made it up very gently. You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 41b0e92 | Philosophy is the invention of the rich. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 60c0c1b | Nothing is more occult than the way letters, under the auspices of unimaginable carriers, circulate through the weird mess of civil wars; but whenever, owing to that mess, there was some break in our correspondence, Tamara would act as if she ranked deliveries with ordinary natural phenomena such as the weather or tides, which human affairs could not affect, and she would accuse me of not answering her, when in fact I did nothing but write .. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 0f60470 | You have to be an artist and a madman... | life philosophy truth-of-life | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 42a614f | None could discern in him the shyness that makes a person so conspicuous among people who know each other well and are bound together by the established echoes of private jokes and by an allusive residue of people's names that to them are alive with special significance, making the newcomer feel as if the magazine story he has started to read had really begun long ago ... and he wonders if they have not deliberately contrived a conversation.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| b862424 | A poet's purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e000eae | The day, a compunctious Sunday after a week of blizzards, had been part jewel, part mud. In the midst of my usual afternoon stroll through the small hilly town attached to the girls' college where I taught French literature, I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip-dripping from the eaves of a frame house. So clear-cut were their pointed shadows on the white boards behind them that I was sure the shadows of the falling drop.. | snow winter | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| a13efd2 | He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air. | Vladimir Nabokov |