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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 74dfa98 | All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost should seeking a hope when all that I love is at my wingtips? Because I am curious. Because I am incorrigibly, now, a wanderer. | Beryl Markham | ||
| d68c143 | Y tenia noventa anos cuando menciono, por ultima vez, con sus ojos humedecidos, al remoto Ernestito. Lo que prueba que los anos, las desdichas, las desilusiones, lejos de facilitar el olvido, como se suele creer, tristemente lo refuerzan. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 7379bc3 | lns qd Gdt tstTyb bshkl mtzyd, rw'y@ lmnZr lTby`y@ m`rwD@ `l~ lsynm, 'kthr mm tstTybh mthlm hy Hqan fy lwq` | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 9b949aa | En todo caso, habia un solo tunel, oscuro y solitario; el mio. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 7036cb7 | Me costo mucho aprender a reir --le dijo un dia--, pero nunca me rio desde dentro. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 92055c0 | El mar se habia ido transformando en un oscuro monstruo. Pronto, la oscuridad fue total y el rumor de las olas alla abajo adquirio sombria atraccion: Pensar que era tan facil! Ella decia que eramos seres llenos de fealdad e insignificancia; pero, aunque yo sabia hasta que punto era yo mismo capaz de cosas innobles, me desolaba el pensamiento de que tambien ella podia serlo, que seguramente lo era...un sordo deseo de precipitarme sobre ella .. | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 52d6ecf | Ah, y sin embargo te mate! Y he sido yo quien te ha matado, yo, que veia como a traves de un muro de vidrio, sin poder tocarlo, tu rostro mudo y ansioso. !Yo, tan estupido, tan ciego, tan egoista, tan cruel! | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| e429fae | hasta que punto se puede decir que la mirada de un ser humano es algo fisico?; | Ernesto Sabato | ||
| 6ffedb0 | Muchas veces me ha sorprendido como vemos mejor los paisajes en las peliculas que en la realidad. | ernesto-sabato society | Ernesto Sabato | |
| 1e64cc3 | dhan 'y shy ntwq`h mn l`ql fym ykhS lnsn wmywlh? wHt~ dh rfDn bshkl mTlq lwq` wlHb 'w ljnwn `lyn l`trf, fy lnhy@, b'n alyt lt`rf `l~ mnTq ws`@ mn lwq` hy mHjwz@ llfn wHdh. | العقل الاعتراف الفن الحب الجنون الرفض الواقع | Ernesto Sabato | |
| c5b7423 | Lay Catholics and priests alike expected that Vatican II and the deliberations of a fifty-eight-member commission appointed to study the birth control issue would result in an end to the ban on artificial contraception. Instead, Pope Paul VI, negating the majority report of his own commission, issued the 1968 Humanae Vitae, which reaffirmed the Church's birth control prohibitions. Garry Wills asserts that Humanae Vitae was based on a minori.. | Mary Gail Frawley-ODea | ||
| 8f7b613 | Accountability is the essence of democracy. If people do not know what their government is doing, they cannot be truly self-governing. The national security state assumes the government secrets are too important to be shared, that only those in the know can see classified information, that only the president has all the facts, that we must simply trust that our rulers of acting in our interest. | democracy government participation secrets | Garry wills | |
| e6a6ffe | I thought loving people was supposed to be easy," he says quietly. "But it's the hardest thing I've done. I wish I knew how to love you right." "I've told you how to love me. You aren't willing to love me how I need to be loved." | Katie McGarry | ||
| 36a7162 | But surely stock-market psychopaths can't be as bad as serial-killer psychopaths,' I said. 'Serial killers ruin families,' shrugged Bob. 'Corporate and political and religious psychopaths ruin economies. They ruin societies. | Jon Ronson | ||
| fc020cf | An apology is supposed to be a communion--a coming together. For someone to make an apology, someone has to be listening. They listen and you speak and there's an exchange. That's why we have a thing about accepting apologies. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 18d0408 | For the first hundred years, as far as I could tell, all that happened in America was that various people named Nathaniel had purchased land near rivers. | Jon Ronson | ||
| abafd0a | She paused. "But 4chan aims to degrade the target, right? And one of the highest degradations for women in our culture is rape. We don't talk about rape of men, so I think it doesn't occur to most people as a male degradation. With men, they talk about getting them fired. In our society men are supposed to be employed. If they're fired, they lose masculinity points. With Donglegate she pointlessly robbed that man of his employment. She degr.. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 4d2eb24 | I suspect it was probably unusual to suffer from both Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Malingering, unproductiveness tending to make me feel anxious, but there it was. I had both. | Jon Ronson | ||
| fe5caa8 | Shame internalized can lead to agony. | Jon Ronson | ||
| 46e7ebf | I tried to picture a bunch of guys in blue suits running around a beachside neighborhood, knocking on doors and flashing Fed creds. That should cause a stampede of illegal aliens heading south. | witty | Nelson DeMille | |
| 608e859 | You get a promotion?" "I got a polite, but firm suggestion to be a team player. [...]" "You got off easy. One of my commanding officers once threw a paperweight at me." "We're a bit more subtle." | witty | Nelson DeMille | |
| 4f97fef | She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men. | Jack London | ||
| 56445cd | Any man who was a man could travel alone. | Jack London | ||
| 6ad0c73 | In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again. | Jack London | ||
| 7af460a | and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred. | Jack London | ||
| 2d089ef | Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller's down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge's sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a working partnership; with the Judge's grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship; and with the Judge himself, a stately and dignified friendship. But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken.. | Jack London | ||
| f68ea74 | His eyes were likewise greeted by White Fang, but about the latter there were no signs of shame nor guilt. He carried himself with pride, as though, forsooth, he had achieved a deed praiseworthy and meritorious. There was about him no consciousness of sin. | Jack London | ||
| dcc61fa | He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed. | Jack London | ||
| 8bcfd96 | Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. | Jack London | ||
| c5b6468 | Ben acken kimsenin umurunda degildim, unlu olunca herkes kudurmuscasina beni yemege davet ediyor. | Jack London | ||
| 260002c | John Barleycorn's inhibition rises like a wall between one's immediate desires and long-learned morality. | Jack London | ||
| e73b4d4 | This was a god indeed, a love-god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun. | Jack London | ||
| 32cac58 | That did it. With his masculine pride completely trampled beneath her sturdy and practical heel, Jack made a vow. | Elizabeth Boyle | ||
| 652cd79 | I ride over my beautiful ranch. Betwen my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine. The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain, wisps of sea fog are stealing. | Jack London | ||
| 9e10e9a | Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN. | Jack London | ||
| 504eefb | The myriads that raise the cry of hunger wail in the greatest empire in the world | Jack London | ||
| 7177791 | He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. | Jack London | ||
| 40d53df | But at the best, it is a dull, animal happiness, the content of the full belly. The dominant note of their lives is materialistic. They are stupid and heavy, without imagination. The Abyss seems to exude a stupefying atmosphere of torpor, which wraps about them and deadens them. Religion passes them by. The Unseen holds for them neither terror nor delight. They are unaware of the Unseen; and the full belly and the evening pipe, with their r.. | Jack London | ||
| 65b853e | Wherever there is an ascendant class, a large portion of the morality emanates from its class interests and its class feelings of superiority. | Jack London | ||
| 0ac0cb7 | Man always gets less than he demands from life; and so little do they demand, that the less than little they get cannot save them. | Jack London | ||
| 419e6e7 | All his days, no matter what the odds, he had never run from a fight. But the club of the man in the red sweater had beaten into him a more fundamental and primitive code. Civilized, he could have died for a moral consideration, say the defence of Judge Miller's riding-whip; but the completeness of his decivilization was now evidenced by his ability to flee from the defence of a moral consideration and so save his hide. He did not steal for.. | Jack London | ||
| 4e5c9a5 | So said Hair-Face, and they killed him, because, they said, he was a wild man and wanted to go back and live in a tree. It was very strange. Whenever a man arose and wanted to go forward all those that stood still said he went backward and should be killed. And the poor people helped stone him, and were fools. We were all fools, except those who were fat and did no work. The fools were called wise, and the wise were stoned. Men who worked d.. | laziness progress wise work | Jack London | |
| 738f3b6 | I could never live out completely one full experience, one point of consciousness in time and space. My dreams, if dreams they may be called, were rhymeless and reasonless. | Jack London | ||
| f76fd20 | With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence. It was an old song, old as the breed itself--one of the first songs of the younger world in.. | Jack London |