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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 37e922c | I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I've eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there's no getting off. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 97cfc75 | The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| ed98d7c | Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill. | poetry | Sylvia Plath | |
| 19715c8 | the cat unsheathes its claws the world turns | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 832dd7e | You inherit white heather, a bee's wing, Two suicides, the family wolves, Hours of blankness. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 48e2bd8 | You felt no reality. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in -- and a lack of that now. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| db787ad | Ordering drinks always floored me. I didn't know whisky from gin and never managed to get anything I really liked the taste of. Buddy Willard and the other college boys I knew were usually too poor to buy hard liquor or they scorned drinking altogether. It's amazing how many college boys don't drink or smoke. I seemed to know them all. The farthest Buddy Willard ever went was buying us a bottle of Dubonnet, which he only did because he was .. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 3b359c4 | Evde de karnimiz doymuyor degildi ama buyukannem, pisirdigi ucuz et yemeklerinin daha ilk lokmasini agzimiza gotururken, "Umarim begenirsiniz, sunun yarim kilosuna tam kirk bir sent verdim," deme aliskanligina sahipti, ben de o zaman bir pazar gunu rostosu yerine madeni paralari yiyormusum duygusuna kapilirdim." | Sylvia Plath | ||
| e408af5 | After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop. | nerd study work | Sylvia Plath | |
| f1ec085 | She looked terrible, but very wise. | the-bell-jar wise | Sylvia Plath | |
| a5ec54d | TB is like living with a bomb in your lungs. You just lie around very quietly hoping it won't go off | Sylvia Plath | ||
| a0fdb1f | There I went again, building p a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few posy nothings. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| b21e696 | Let me not be sentimental, let the distance in time give me humor and irony and a shrewd, if loving, eye. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| e0807ed | In the German tongue, in the Polish town | poland war | Sylvia Plath | |
| 2040fd7 | I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 530842d | I am too pure for you or anyone. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 7136a54 | But artists didn't need to achieve "firsts", and Hughes wanted to be an artist." | education hughes | Diane Middlebrook | |
| 1ffeda0 | Sometimes, the waves grow hushed, but the sea is always there, touching, caressing, eating the earth... | ocean sea waves | Keri Hulme | |
| fffe891 | Laws aren't ghosts in this country, they walk around with the smell of earth on them. | John Updike | ||
| f6ad47b | You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind. | John Updike | ||
| 79ff904 | The universe is a pointless, self running machine, and we are insignificant by-products, whom death will tuck back into oblivion, with or without holy fanfare. | John Updike | ||
| 8aa8249 | We shed skins in life, to keep living. | John Updike | ||
| 5282404 | but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself. | John Updike | ||
| 81e354a | One recalls John Updike's argument: the only evidence for the existence of God is the collective human yearning that it should be so. | Martin Amis | ||
| cc95194 | Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the | John Updike | ||
| 205b52f | What is this? He has a sensation of touching glass. He doesn't know if they are talking about nothing or making code for the deepest meanings. | John Updike | ||
| 7dbbd51 | I drive my car to supermarket, The way I take is superhigh, A superlot is where I park it, And Super Suds are what I buy. Supersalesmen sell me tonic - Super-Tone-O, for Relief. The planes I ride are supersonic. In trains, I like the Super Chief. Supercilious men and women Call me superficial - me, Who so superbly learned to swim in Supercolossality. Superphosphate-fed foods feed me; Superservice keeps me new. | John Updike | ||
| 9c2e9ea | We've inherited many ideas about writing that emerged in the eighteenth century, especially an interest in literature as both an expression and an exploration of the self. This development part of what distinguishes the "modern" from the "early modern" has shaped the work of many of our most celebrated authors, whose personal experiences indelibly and visibly mark their writing. It's fair to say that the fiction and poetry of many of the .. | readers-and-writers reading | James Shapiro | |
| 2900e01 | How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm? | John Cheever | ||
| dcf3ae7 | Homesickness is absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. You don't really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don't have, or haven't been able to find. | travel | John Cheever | |
| 6edb32d | I have spent considerable of my leisure time in this past year in the improvement of my mind but I find that much of it has been spent extremely foolish and that walking in the pasture at dusk with virtuous, amiable and genteel young ladies I experience none but swineish passions. I commenced to read Russell's sometime last summer. | John Cheever | ||
| 2bf92e1 | Remembering the past always comes with an image or a view attached. | memory remembering | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 30f7fcd | To know is to remember that you've seen.To see is to know without remembering. Thus painting is remembering the blackness. | painting | Orhan Pamuk | |
| e34aff9 | The drinking of coffee is an absolute sin! Our Glorious Prophet did not partake of coffee because he knew it dulled the intellect, caused ulcers, hernia and sterility; he understood that coffee was nothing but the Devil's ruse. | life | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 35703e2 | Insan hepsini ayni anda dusunemiyor ama gorebiliyordu. Aklimdaki kelimelerin, aklimdaki hayallere yetisememesi gibi bir seydi bu. Kelimeler duygularima yetisemiyor ve yetersiz kaliyorlardi. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 338b643 | n lnsn l y`rfu m yfkru fyh bdq@ fy 'y wqt . 'n 'fkru `l~ lnHw ltly : 'qwl `br@an m 'Hynan , w fy 'thn qwly tlk l`br@ 'jdu 'nny fhmth , w lknny `ndm 'fhmh 'fkru b`ksh wthq@ . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 27e8e84 | sh`rtu bbrwd@ lthlj ftdhkWrtu 'nny l Tfl , w l `jwz . bshrty 'sh`rtny bl`lm bs`d@ . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| 793f6ef | nkm wHydwn `ndm tmwtwn . | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| eb9cbf6 | El color es el tacto del ojo, la musica de los sordos, una palabra en la oscuridad. | sentidos | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 58c5da2 | Happiness is laughing together... | laughing | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 282176b | All the happiness and beauty that life had to offer only revealed themselves when his mind drifted off into fantasies of a world far removed from his own. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| fa8a3ae | no one recognises the happiest moment of their lives as they are living it | inspirational inspirational-quotes life | Orhan Pamuk | |
| 73c89d5 | big proclamations about honor are really just excuses invented to let people kill each other with a clear conscience. | Orhan Pamuk | ||
| c74e3ac | Imagine the spirit as a mansion. You'll guess we don't use many rooms. Apart from a few moments in childhood we don't dance around it in sunlight. But there's a traffic of things in and out, and what happens is that unwanted bulks can gather inside. Gather and gather, menacing us. Unable to shift them, we hide in ever-smaller spaces. And in our last hole, life offers a choice: to play out our demise in parallel theatres - psychosis, zealotr.. | D.B.C. Pierre |