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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8c97404 | Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing. | transformation-spirituality women | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 7963439 | Indeed, love is everything. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 404fdda | I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally "superfluous," as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering self." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 71b6850 | A slave was supposed to be like the Holy Ghost--don't see it, don't hear it, but it's always hovering round on ready. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| e7be08b | She was with me the day I went to the paint store to pick out the color. I had a nice tan color in mind, but May latched on to this sample called Caribbean Pink. She said it made her feel like dancing a Spanish flamenco. I thought, "Well, this is the tackiest color I've ever seen, and we'll have half the town talking about us, but if it can lift May's heart like that, I guess she ought to live inside it." "All this time I just figured you l.. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| ea2a4d5 | I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 7b19ae3 | Elizabeth A. Johnson explains that including divine female symbols and images not only challenges the dominance of male images but also calls into question the structure of patriarchy itself. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 80d612c | He that finds his life shall lose it, and he that loses his life shall find it." Do not fear to lose what needs to be lost." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 0a43591 | Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 6f24677 | The ultimate authority of my life is not the Bible; it is not confined between the covers of a book. It is not something written by men and frozen in time. It is not from a source outside myself. My ultimate authority is the divine voice in my own soul. Period. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| cce1a86 | I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 73bf234 | Anyone can retire into a quiet place, wrote Evelyn Underhill, but it's the shutting of the door that makes the difference. Solitude is a time for stripping away everything in order to focus on God. (Matt 6:6) | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 1ff5eef | The first week at August's was a consolation, a pure relief. The world will give you that once in a while, a brief time-out; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| dbf32b3 | Depressed people do things they wouldn't ordinarily do. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| aa9c06b | I have one mind for the master to see. I have another mind for what I know is me. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 6205148 | Let me have men about me that are fat, ...Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; such men are dangerous. "You're on Earth. There's no cure for that." - - Samuel Beckett" | William Shakespeare | ||
| f217dce | But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a better planet. Not often, but I ask no more. Catch-cony life! To be nothing but pain, how that would simplify matters! Omnidolent! Impious dream. | self | Samuel Beckett | |
| ba2d0ae | And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for the other, all but suffered after his fashion, the space of an instant. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ec079f9 | Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one t.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 9956b6c | Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything. | human pain pretension when-the-cynic-cries | Samuel Beckett | |
| 68a1864 | So that I would have hesitated to exclaim, with my finger up my arse-hole for example, Jesus Christ, it's much worse than yesterday, I can hardly believe it is the same hole. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 97c84a3 | Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon? Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.) Hamm: The waves, how are the waves? Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead. Hamm: And the sun? Clove: (Looking) Zero. Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again. Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun. Hamm: Is it night already then? Clov: (Looking) No. Hamm:.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a85faec | The old thing where it always was, back again. As when a man, having found at last what he sought, a woman, for example, or a friend, loses it, or realises what it is. And yet it is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 5d95d47 | Constipation is a sign of good health in pomeranians. | good-sign | Samuel Beckett | |
| 713207a | I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I'd never have got there alone. There's this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got there thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages,so much money. Yes, I work now, a little like I used to, except that I don't know how to work any more. That do.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0c5cc0c | kl krth@ thddny , b`d Hmm lwHl s'kwn 'qdr `l~ lSbr `l~ `lm m lm ylwthh wjwdy . | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c9fee13 | they come different and the same with each it is different and the same with each the absence of love is different with each the absence of love is the same | desire lack love | Samuel Beckett | |
| 6ce0320 | Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen. | living void | Samuel Beckett | |
| 2d04941 | that childhood said to have been mine the difficulty of believing in it the feeling rather of having been born octogenarian at the age when one dies in the dark | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ba4f9ad | Yes, now my mind is easy, I know the game is won, I lost them all till now, but it's the last that counts. A very fine achievement I must say, or rather would, if I did not fear to contradict myself. Fear to contradict myself! If this continues it is myself I shall lose and the thousand ways that lead there. And I shall resemble the wretches famed in fable, crushed beneath the weight of their wish come true. And I even feel a strange desire.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| afaa1ec | I thought much about myself. That is to say I often took a quick look at myself, closed my eyes, forgot, began again. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 095bdcd | it's notorious, ah you can't deny it, some people are lucky, born of a wet dream and dead before morning | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a4c4200 | The search for myself is ended. I am buried in the world, I knew I would find my place there one day, the old world cloisters me, victorious. I am happy, I knew I would be happy one day. But I am not wise. For the wise thing now would be to let go, at this instant of happiness. And what do I do? I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f07c27b | Being a McKettrick meant claiming a piece of ground to stand on and putting your roots down deep into it. Holding on, no matter what came at you. It meant loving with passion and taking the rough spots with the smooth. It meant fighting for what you wanted, letting go when that was the best thing to do. | Linda Lael Miller | ||
| b52edcd | Clarity is often found in stillness. | Christie Golden | ||
| 2e75175 | Todd wrapped his arm around her. They stood together in silent awe, watching the sunset. All Christy could think of was how this was what she had always wanted, to be held in Todd's arms as well as in his heart. Just as the last golden drop of sun melted into the ocean, Christy closed her eyes and drew in a deep draught of the sea air. "Did you know," Todd said softly, "that the setting sun looks so huge from the island of Papua New Guinea .. | Robin Jones Gunn | ||
| afcfbfa | There's gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning. | Sam Shepard | ||
| 3a079e8 | After all, there is no harm in smiling. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 42bf54f | realidade" (uma das poucas palavras que so fazem sentido entre aspas)" | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 4117ee5 | Dostoevski's The Double is his best work though an obvious and shameless imitation of Gogol's "Nose." | gogol nikolai-gogol the-double | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| 184282f | two lumpy old ladies in semitransparent raincoats, like potatoes in cellophane... | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| fd416bc | The moral sense in mortals is the duty We have to pay on mortal sense of beauty | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 01cb03d | Both were diverted by life's young fumblings, both saddened by the wisdom of time | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 3827709 | He must be always on his guard and devote every minute and module of life to the decoding of the undulation of things. The very air he exhales is indexed and filed away. If only the interest he provokes were limited to his immediate surroundings, but, alas, it is not! With distance, the torrents of wild scandal increase in volume and volubility. The silhouettes of his blood corpuscles, magnified a million times, flit over vast plains; and s.. | Vladimir Nabokov |