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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 555a620 | Whatever our circumstances, everything can feel so simple, so beautiful, and so right when we no longer pay attention to the mind's incessant chatter. | Dan Millman | ||
| 7149e5f | You are rich if you have enough money to satisfy all your desires. So there are two ways to be rich: You earn, inherit, borrow, beg, or steal enough money to meet all your desires; or, you cultivate a simple lifestyle of few desires; that way you always have enough money. "A peaceful warrior has the insight and discipline to choose the simple way -- to know the difference between needs and wants. We have few basic needs but endless wants. F.. | Dan Millman | ||
| 0294c10 | When the mind is creating troubles, it's time to come back to the body and the serenity of the present moment. | Dan Millman | ||
| 8137079 | let's don't say another word. let's just go to sleep... | Truman Capote | ||
| 01a4e9a | If we know the past, and live the present, it is possible that we dream the future? | past present | Truman Capote | |
| dde8dc0 | Grady felt a chill echo, the kind that comes when, in an original situation, one has the sensation of its all having occurred before: if we know the past, and live the present, is it possible that we dream the future? | Truman Capote | ||
| d37b4fc | Unfortunately, one mirror is as treacherous as another, reflecting at some point in every adventure the same vain unsatisfied face, and so when she asks what have I done? she means really what am I doing? as one usually does. | Truman Capote | ||
| dce27c5 | A world without glass would strike at the foundation of modern progress: the extended lifespans that come from understanding the cell, the virus, and the bacterium; the genetic knowledge of what makes us human; the astronomer's knowledge of our place in the universe. No material on Earth mattered more to those conceptual breakthroughs than glass. | technology | Steven Johnson | |
| 89b2dd2 | Johannes Gutenberg's printing press created a surge in demand for spectacles, as the new practice of reading made Europeans across the continent suddenly realize that they were farsighted; the market demand for spectacles encouraged a growing number of people to produce and experiment with lenses, which led to the invention of the microscope, which shortly thereafter enabled us to perceive that our bodies were made up of microscopic cells. .. | Steven Johnson | ||
| 84684f5 | The larger question is, as virologist Jonas Salk once asked, "Are we being good ancestors?" | legacy perspective | Steven Johnson | |
| c369477 | From whatever angle he viewed their dawning intimacy, he could not see it as part of her scheme of life; and to be the unforeseen element in a career so accurately planned was stimulating even to a man who had renounced sentimental experiments. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 4563c61 | She had several times been in love with fortunes or careers, but only once with a man. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 49cd379 | You asked me just now for the truth---well, the truth about any girl is that once she's talk about she's done for; and the more she explains her case the worse it looks. | lily-bart reputation the-house-of-mirth truth | Edith Wharton | |
| 4ac2e6b | But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face... | Edith Wharton | ||
| ee2e48a | She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her. | Edith Wharton | ||
| f87d52b | she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptabilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 7203f01 | Well--watching the contortions of the damned is supposed to be a favorite sport of the angels, but I believe even they don't think people happier in hell. | Edith Wharton | ||
| d8d92a2 | For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue. | Edith Wharton | ||
| b46eb0e | Oh, I am--it's much safer to be fond of dangerous people. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 396476b | Lost causes had a romantic charm for her, | Edith Wharton | ||
| cf9f432 | The people who take society as an escape from work are putting it to its proper use; but when it becomes the thing worked for it distorts all the relations of life. | social-ladder society work | Edith Wharton | |
| 2f593d7 | A man doesn't know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one's fit for, even if there's time for both. | grindstone motivation servitude work | Edith Wharton | |
| 90ff867 | She had such control of , in her text messages, she was the Edith Wharton of text messaging. | Keith Gessen | ||
| 5e0f24e | She seemed always to have seen him through a blur - first of sleepiness, then of distance and indifference - and now the fog had thickened till he was almost indistinguishable. | indifference perspective | Edith Wharton | |
| 5c44f12 | She was the subject creature, and versed in the arts of the enslaved. | Edith Wharton | ||
| cdec662 | For she was really too lovely--too formidably lovely. I was used by now to mere unadjectived loveliness, the kind that youth and spirits hang like a rosy veil over commonplace features, an average outline and a pointless merriment. But this was something calculated, accomplished, finished--and just a little worn. It frightened me with my first glimpse of the infinity of beauty and the multiplicity of her pit-falls. What! There were women wh.. | Edith Wharton | ||
| fd448de | But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands--and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I'd never known before--and it's better than anything I've known. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 98872a0 | The turnings of life seldon show a sign-post; or rather, though the sign is always there, it is usually placed some distance back, like the notices that give warning of a bad hill or a level railway-crossing. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 63e956a | he could do charming things, if only he had known how to finish them! | Edith Wharton | ||
| a9074d1 | The sudden heat of his tone made her colour mount again, not with a rush, but gradually, delicately, like the reflection of a thought stealing slowly across her heart. | Edith Wharton | ||
| adf0748 | It was a long time since any one had spoken to him as kindly as Mrs Hale. Most people were either indifferent to his troubles, or disposed to think it natural that a young fellow of his age should have carried without repining the burden of three crippled lives. But Mrs Hale had said 'You've had an awful mean time, Ethan Frome,' and he felt less alone with his misery. | Edith Wharton | ||
| 02c107d | There was such love as she had dreamed, and she meant to go on believing in it and cherishing the thought that she was worthy of it. | hope love | Edith Wharton | |
| b3d5e39 | It is surprising how little narrow walls and a low ceiling matter, when the roof of the soul has suddenly been raised. | Edith Wharton | ||
| bdb994c | Xingu!" she scoffed. "Why, it was the fact of our knowing so much more about it than she did--unprepared though we were--that made Osric Dane so furious. I should have thought that was plain enough to everybody!" | dangerous-philosophy didacticism humor manners new-york pretension puns | Edith Wharton | |
| fe16834 | She drew herself up to the full height of her slender majesty, towering like some dark angel of defiance above the troubled Gerty, who could only falter out: "Lily, Lily-- how can you laugh about such things?" "So as not to weep, perhaps. But no-- I'm not of the tearful order. I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes." | Edith Wharton | ||
| c9cb632 | Some one said the other day that there was a divorce and a case of appendicitis in every family one knows. | Edith Wharton | ||
| eb94cfe | Sometimes life seems like a match between oneself and one's gaolors. The gaolers, of course, are one's mistakes; and the question is, who'll hold out longest? When I think of that, life instead of being too long, seems as short as a winter day.... | Edith Wharton | ||
| 6981792 | How beautiful it was---and how she loved beauty! She had always felt that her sensibility in this direction made up for certain obtuseness of feeling of which she was less proud. | edith-wharton lily-bart the-house-of-mirth | Edith Wharton | |
| 87b4203 | Since the fanciful vision of the future that had flitted through her imagination at their first meeting she had hardly ever thought of his marrying her. She had not had to put the thought from her mind; it had not been there. If ever she looked ahead she felt instinctively that the gulf between them was too deep, and that the bridge their passion had flung across it was as insubstantial as a rainbow. But she seldom looked ahead; each day wa.. | Edith Wharton | ||
| dfc9d4c | Even women have been known to enjoy the privileges of a flat. | Edith Wharton | ||
| b33adb1 | Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you. | ya | Zilpha Keatley Snyder | |
| 4aef7fd | The answers aren't important really... What's important is- knowing all the questions. | Zilpha Keatley Snyder | ||
| c5bbeb3 | When love chooses, it chooses with a perfect sensitivity for the unique beauty of the chosen one, and it chooses without making anyone else feel excluded. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| db275cc | His poem is like a play in a room through the windows of which a distant view can be seen over a large part of the English traditions about the world of their original home. (Tolkien on the author of Beowulf) | J.R.R. Tolkien |