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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| da4b509 | A procession is a participants' journey, while a parade is a performance with an audience. | procession | Rebecca Solnit | |
| f5fe0fe | Thoreau's] famous night in jail took place about halfway through his stay in the cabin on Emerson's woodlot at Walden Pond. His two-year stint in the small cabin he built himself is often portrayed as a monastic retreat from the world of human affairs into the world of nautre, though he went back to town to eat with and talk to friends and family and to pick up money doing odd jobs that didn't fit into Walden's narrative. He went to jail bo.. | thoreau wilderness | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 786279e | Many love stories are like the shells of hermit crabs, though others are more like chambered nautiluses, whose architecture grows with the inhabitant and whose abandoned smaller chambers are lighter than water and let them float in the sea. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| ecefaa8 | To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary, but so is the other route of getting out of yourself, into the larger world, into the openness in which you need not clutch your story and your troubles so tightly to your chest. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 32b2446 | Perfection is a stick with which to beat the possible. Perfectionists can find fault with anything, and no one has higher standards in this regard than leftists. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 5c64cde | Rape and other acts of violence, up to and including murder, as well as threats of violence, constitute the barrage some men lay down as they attempt to control some women, and fear of that violence limits most women in ways they've gotten so used to they hardly notice-and we hardly address. There are exceptions: last summer someone wrote to me to describe a college class in which the students were asked what they do to stay safe from rape... | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 4cb696e | To feel for someone enlarges the self and then the self shares risks and pains. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b1dc79b | To spin the web and not be caught in it, to create the world, to create your own life, to rule your fate, to name the grandmothers as well as the fathers, to draw nets and not just straight lines, to be a maker as well as a cleaner, to be able to sing and not be silenced, to take down the veil and appear: all these are the banners on the laundry line I hang out. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| db59b4e | What distinguishes a technological world is that the terms of nature are obscured; one need not live quite in the present or the local. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 176ce4b | I've learned that a certain amount of self-doubt is a good tool for correcting, understanding, listening, and progressing - though too much is paralyzing and total self-confidence produces arrogant idiots. There's a happy medium between these poles to which the genders have been pushed, a warm equatorial belt of give and take where we should all meet. | feminism rebecca-solnit | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 292f973 | Of course women's walking is often construed as performance rather than transport, with the implication that women walk not to see but to be seen, not for their own experience but for that of a male audience, which means that they are asking for whatever attention they receive. | hiking misogyny nature travel walking wanderlust | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 6399c7a | He ceased to be lost not by returning but by turning into something else. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| a20c872 | Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't exist. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b8c5f3e | And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated, and isolated, joy is a fine initial act of insurrection. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 16809d9 | What we dream of is already present in the world. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 6dc82ec | Everyone has stories of the small coincidence by which their parents met or their grandmother was saved from fire or their grandfather from the grenade, of the choice made by the most whimsical means that led to everything else, whether you're blessed or cursed or both. Trace it back far enough and this very moment in your life becomes a rare species, the result of a strange evolution, a butterfly that should already be extinct and survives.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 65746fe | In fact, what is sometimes regarded as an inconsistency in the contemporary right-wing platform--the desire to regulate women's reproductive activity in particular, and sexuality in general, while deregulating everything else--is only inconsistent if you regard women as people. If you regard women as an undifferentiated part of nature, their bodies are just another place a man has every right to go. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| aae8f2e | There's a kind of activism that's more about bolstering identity than achieving results, one that sometimes seems to make the left the true heirs of the Puritans. Puritanical in that the point becomes the demonstration of one's own virtue rather than the realization of results. And puritanical because the somber pleasure of condemning things is the most enduring part of that legacy, along with the sense of personal superiority that comes fr.. | hope politics | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 3d333ca | Hadrian gestured toward the sentinel. "So, what's going on between you and Thranic, anyway? He appears to really hate you--even more than most people." Royce did not look in his direction. He sat nonchalantly, pretending to ignore the world, as if they were the only two aboard. "Funny thing, that. I never met him, never heard of him until this voyage, and yet I know him rather well, and he knows me." "Thank you, Mr. Esrahaddon. Can you prov.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 9bc723e | Life is all about conflict. The pursuit of happiness--that's life, not the achievement. It's all about the journey, my friend. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 79b4074 | Spring had let go of Winter's hand and was reaching out to Summer | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| a29080c | Power doesn't equal worth. Wisdom is a far greater virtue. | virtue worth | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 981b8c8 | After catching an arrow in the back and passing out in Tom the Feather's barnyard, Hadrian had woken up on a comfortable bed surrounded by lovely women. He thought he'd died and regretted every time he'd ever cursed Maribor's name. | paradise prostitutes repentance | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| b9ed41b | Hadrian discovered that the most fascinating thing about plummeting in total darkness wasn't the odd sense of euphoria instilled from the free fall or the abject terror derived from anticipating sudden death, but that he had the opportunity to contemplate both. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 9e9fb2e | Just--don't--move," Guy said with his hands spread out in front of him. He looked as if he were trying to catch a wild horse, and did not advance, dismount, or draw his sword. Just then the portcullis dropped. "There's no escape," Guy assured him. From a nearby door, a handful of guards trotted toward Hadrian with their swords drawn. "Stop!" Guy ordered, raising his hand abruptly. "Don't go near him. Just fan out." The men waiting in line l.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 14a3825 | There were times Hadrian wondered if Royce was actually a cat that some mischievous witch had turned into a man and then lost track of. The similarities were too numerous to be coincidental. An irritatingly-superior aloof nature, fastidiousness, a habit of roaming at night, and his general propensity for solitude were all evidence. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 6db4926 | Alric! Stop it!" Pickering snapped at him. "You mustn't let the men see you crying!" Fury flared in Alric, and he spun on the count. "No? No? Look at them! They are dying for me. They are dying on my order! I say they do have a right to see their king! They all have a right to see their king!" Alric wiped the tears from his cheeks and gathered his reins. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of having my face put in the dirt! I won't stand it. I'm .. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 9351e8e | Freedom was the price of privacy. | humor inspirational | Susanna Kaysen | |
| b76d62e | Asa had a sharp understanding of the future--that is, a time when would be past. Time was rushing through and around him, he almost heard it whistling, and this awareness rounded the world somehow and made it sweet. | wisdom | Susanna Kaysen | |
| 0ec2765 | Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| f0694a6 | Crazy isn't being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It's just you or me, amplified. | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| d4f0f25 | When digital watches were invented years later they reminded me of five-minute checks. They murdered time in the same way -slowly- chopping off pieces of it and lobbing them into the dustbin with a little click to let you know time was gone. Click, swish, "Checks," swish, click: another five minutes of life down the drain. And spent in this place." -- | Susanna Kaysen | ||
| 0a46c9a | Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasn't easy. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obs.. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| d31ba1e | Huh. I'm not sure how to respond to this. Is Alex Trebek black? He sure doesn't look black. He looks pretty white to me. He looks like the quintessence, the very incarnation, of whiteness. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| e57ba94 | Jealousy is a useless, time-wasting emotion that's eating me alive. | A.J. Jacobs | ||
| e50b8f2 | He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. "Roxanne knows it," he said. "She'll tell it to you. Just go to her and... and tell her I've had to go away. Tell her I'm going to find out if the story is true." He spoke with a strange kind of hesitation, as if it were infinitely difficult to find the right words. "And remind her of my promise-- that I'll always find a way back to her, wherever I am. Will you tell her that?" | dustfinger farid love meggie pain | Cornelia Funke | |
| fcb7a02 | The Magpie took off her glove and looked scornfully at him. "Basta likes to use snakes to scare woman that reject his advances. It didn't work with Resa. How did it go exactly - didn't she finally put the snake outside your door, Basta?" | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 278af2c | when the shadows of your life haunt you, and you bitterly miss the ones you once loved, then only sleep can grant oblivion | Cornelia Funke | ||
| c2accdd | Isn't there at lest a bloody light switch somewhere in this hole? Oh, to hell with it, I feel as if I've fallen into some far-fetched adventure story where the villians wear black eye patches and throw knives. Damn, damn, damn!" Meggie had already noticed that Elinor swore a lot, and the more upset she was the worse her language became." | Cornelia Funke | ||
| acc5b63 | They slept with each other for the first time while waiting out a storm in an abandoned shepherd hut. The hours the storm granted them, surrounded by raw wool and rusty shears, felt like a month, a year, all the years they'd been waiting for this, full of fear of their kisses, of their too-familiar skins. So far from all their memories, it felt as if they were meeting each other for the first time all over again. The horse scraping around i.. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 7246171 | Why were love and death such close neighbors? | Cornelia Funke | ||
| 0fd2ddc | If she'd known him better, she might've tried to explain to Will that life never lets you hide. Plant, animal, or human--life forced them all to grow and learn. The more you tried to run, the harder your path got, and you'd still have to travel it. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| aa30281 | Love scared him. It was soft. And vulnerable. | Cornelia Funke | ||
| a2b98e6 | You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup. | Cornelia Funke |