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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6ef2e83 | Oliver has stated many times his dislike of hearing advice from his younger sister, so it is his own fault if he has not got sense enough to see which way the wind is blowing. | brothers common-sense funny ignored siblings stupidity | Patricia C. Wrede | |
| 0a0669d | Tis my will that thou and he shall die by my hand. Thou hast but to choose the manner of thy death." "Old age," Cimorene said promptly. "Mock" | Patricia C. Wrede | ||
| 4a9a267 | There's something repulsive about an American without money in his pocket. | Paul Bowles | ||
| c1a5b12 | He could not feel at ease with gourmets and hedonists; they were a hostile species. | hedonists | Paul Bowles | |
| 1970775 | When I first came here it was a pure country. There was music and dancing and magic every day in the streets. "Now it's finished, everything. Even the religion. In a few more years the whole country will be like all the other Moslem countries, just a huge European slum, full of poverty and hatred." | Paul Bowles | ||
| d1315df | How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless. | Paul Bowles | ||
| f918e9b | and its derivatives are strictly prohibited in Turkey, and the natural correlative of this proscription is that alcohol, far from being frowned upon as it is in other Moslem lands, is freely drunk; being a government monopoly it can be bought at any cigarette counter. This fact is no mere detail; it is of primary social importance, since the psychological effects of the two substances are diametrically opposed to each other. Alcohol blurs t.. | cannabis east-versus-west weed | Paul Bowles | |
| 1744073 | the night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 51e6ab8 | How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn...I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 082de19 | Egg laying is the main thing, Lily. She's the mother of every bee in the hive, and they all depend on her to keep it going. I don't care what their job is--they know the queen is their mother. She's the mother of thousands. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 95b13df | I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love. I myself, for instance. It seemed like I was now thinking of Zach forty minutes out of every hour, Zach, who was an impossibility. That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log throw on the fires of love. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| ca0495b | The day life turned into nothing this world could fix, | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 6fc2c4d | You don't have to put your hand on Mary's heart to get strength and consolation and rescue, and the other things we need to get through life," she said. "You can place it right here on your own heart. Your own heart." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| e8312e0 | August says to Lily," You know some things don't matter that much Lily. Like the colour of the house. How big is that in overall scheme of life? But lifiting person's heart- now that matters. The whole problem with people is - they know what matters but they don't choose it. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters" | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 4edec53 | But I've discovered being a writer is an ongoing apprenticeship, just like everything else in life that matters to me-being a mother, a wife, a daughter, or simply a woman alive in the world, content to be myself. Today at thirty-two, I am glad to wake up each day and begin. | Sue Monk Kidd & Ann Kidd Taylor | ||
| 0c74051 | God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| cd92a30 | I thought of the girl who bathed in a copper tub. I thought of the woman who stole a bullet mold. I loved that girl, that woman. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 7636222 | There is nothing perfect, there is only life. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 1b398be | Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 53f13f2 | Solitude is a time for "God and God alone." Who knows what can happpen when we focus only on God. In solitude, we sense our deep oneness with God and keep company with Him. Solitude is breaking through my isolation into sharing and being in touch with my Creator. In fact, we can begin to heal our loneliness by transforming it into solitude." | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 4ddfc4b | Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 23d613b | But secluding my experience during that early period was both cowardly and wise. Some things are too fragile, too vulnerable to bring into the public eye. Tender things with tiny roots tend to wither in the glare of public scrutiny. By holding my awakening within, I contained the energy of it, and it fed me the way blood feeds muscle. It fed me a certain propelling energy, and I kept moving forward. | privacy | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 7c5601e | ESTRAGON What am I to say? VLADIMIR Say, I am happy. ESTRAGON I am happy. VLADIMIR So am I. ESTRAGON So am I. VLADIMIR We are happy. ESTRAGON We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0a17796 | The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1b7d5de | I weep without interruption. It's an unbroken flow of words and tears. With no pause for reflection. But I speak softer, every year a little softer. Perhaps. Slower too, every year a little slower. Perhaps. it is hard for me to judge. If so the pauses would be longer, between the words, the sentences, the syllables, the tears, I confuse them, the words and tears, my words are my tears, my eyes my mouth. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 854e014 | Yes or no?' said Murphy. The eternal tautology. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 87dc73e | She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman. | cow first-love | Samuel Beckett | |
| 23264f3 | the last at last seen of him himself unseen by him and of himself" A rest. The last Mr. Murphy saw of Mr. Endon was Mr. Murphy unseen by Mr. Endon. This was also the last Murphy saw of Murphy." A rest. The relation between Mr. Murphy and Mr. Endon could not have better summed up than by the former's sorrow at seeing himself in the latter's immunity from seeing anything but himself." A long rest. Mr. Murphy is a speck in Mr. Endon's unseen." | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 643a9a8 | He thought of hanging himself, to pass the time. | boredom ennui godot hanging samuel-beckett suicide | Johnny Rich | |
| 618b1e3 | I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of -- will-less in a grey tumult of . There is an end to the temptation of light, its polite scorchings & consolations. It is good for children & insects. There is an end of making up one's mind, like a pound of tea, an end of patting the butter of conscious.. | consciousness indolence obscurity | Samuel Beckett | |
| e091824 | O que estamos fazendo aqui, essa e a questao. E nessa imensa confusao Uma coisa e clara: Estamos esperando Godot! | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f1fa711 | I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are. | arbitrariness narrative | Samuel Beckett | |
| ce1c097 | wqty mHdwd, jsdy lm ytkhdh qrrh,flHywt lHqyqy@ l ttsmH m` hdh lbT,lshyTn ytrbS mthl lmkrwb fy lbrwstt.syTlq lkhrb kty'bh | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6d2a0d5 | But man is still today, at the age of twenty-five, at the mercy of an erection, physically too, from time to time, it's the common lot, even I was not immune, if that can be called an erection. It did not escape her naturally, women smell a rigid phallus ten miles away and wonder, How on earth did he spot me from there? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2bee699 | Freedom is a difficult burden to bear in an absurd world. | Eugene Webb | ||
| e5b7fc1 | La fin est dans le commencement et cependant on continue. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 82a5ad0 | In a word there seems to be the light of the outer world, of those who know the sun and moon emerge at such an hour and such another plunge again below the surface, and who rely on this, and who know that clouds are always to be expected but sooner or later always pass away, and mine. But mine too has its alterations, I will not deny it, its dusks and dawns, but that is what I say, for I too must have lived, once, out there, and there is no.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ba318ec | Henry: I usen't to need anyone, just to myself, stories, there was a great one about an old fellow called Bolton, I never finished it, I never finished any of them, I never finished anything, everything always went on for ever. (Pause.) | embers play self stories | Samuel Beckett | |
| 83086cf | For he who has once had to listen will listen always, whether he knows he will never hear anything again, or whether he does not. In other words, they like other words, no doubt about it, silence once broken will never again be whole. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ec4f1c7 | Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted. | embers love play relationship soul | Samuel Beckett | |
| 9f69928 | Yes, I was my father and I was my son, I asked myself questions and answered as best I could, I had it told to me evening after evening, the same old story I knew by heart and couldn't believe, or we walked together, hand in hand, silent, sunk in our worlds, each in his worlds, the hands forgotten in each other. That's how I've held out till now. And this evening again it seems to be working, I'm in my arms, I'm holding myself in my arms, w.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| defe1b6 | And I was wondering how to depart without self-loathing or sadness, or with as little as possible, when a kind of immense sigh all around me announced it was not I who was departing, but the flock. | asshole inspirational jerkass | Samuel Beckett | |
| b7905fc | dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name, in doubt, in fear, in love, in fear, in doubt, wind of winter in the black boughs, cold calm sea whitening whispering to the shore, stealing, hastening, swelling, passing, dying, from naught come, to naught gone | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1f709ce | People are bloody ignorant apes. | Samuel Beckett |