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| 1df988b | believe I already wrote in my notes that love was very similar to torture or surgery. But this idea can be developed in a most bitter way. Even if two lovers are very much in love and full of mutual desires, one of the two will always be calmer or less possessed than the other. The former is the operator or the executioner; the latter is the subject, the victim. Do you hear these sighs, preludes to a tragedy of dishonor, these groans, these.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 3b9f81b | The room was filled with deep, raucous sighs, sudden sobs, silent floods of tears. The horrified musician stopped,and going up to the man whose bliss was expressing itself most noisily, he asked him if he was in great pain and what would help to relieve it. But the sick man, his eyes gleaming ecstatically, looked at him with unspeakable contempt. Fancy wanting to save a man sick with too much life, sick with joy! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 6b398f3 | La Terre est un gateau plein de douceur. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| bd86437 | sh`wr blwHd@ , mndh mwldy. brGm l'sr@ , wwsT lzml, `l~ wjh lkhSwS , - sh`wr lmqdr lh n ykwn wHyd l~ lbd. m` dhlk, nzw` shdyd lHywy@ llHy@ wlmt`@ | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 4861f03 | Ange plein de gaiete, connaissez-vous l'angoisse, La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis, Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuits Qui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse? Ange plein de gaiete, connaissez-vous l'angoisse? | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 2371b6e | Regarding sleep, this sinister adventure of each night, one could say that people fall asleep daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we didn't know that it results from their being oblivious of danger. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| a0e03d6 | The act of love greatly resembles torture or surgery. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 884d7a3 | Cum altii prin iubire-ar vrea,sa stapaneasca viata ta,eu vreau s-o stapanesc prin groaza. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 460037f | L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche, Et le Lethe coule dans tes baisers. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 90181f3 | Dans ce trou noir ou lumineux vit la vie, reve la vie, souffre la vie. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| ea87add | ENIVREZ-VOUS Il faut etre toujours ivre, tout est la ; c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos epaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans treve. Mais de quoi? De vin, de poesie, ou de vertu a votre guise, mais enivrez-vous! Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fosse, vous vous reveillez, l'ivresse deja diminuee ou disparue, demandez au vent,.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 34a5df3 | How gratifying it is to amuse. How easy it gets to toss off a witticism to ease any awkwardness, to sidestep any solemnity. When you amuse, it even seems, for the briefest possible moment that you are who you appear to be, so clever and confident and at ease. | coping humor | Caroline Kettlewell | |
| cbc2286 | Before she closed her eyes tonight, Rose said she regretted that she has not done something heroic in her life. Well, it's not like she can suddenly climb a tree and save a cat, or go to medical school and begin some important cancer research. But Rose has been my sister. I think that's heroic. | Lori Lansens | ||
| f862507 | In sleep, my sister and I found a common breath. In dreams, we knew the moon. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 14ef41e | The climb speaks to our character, but the view, I think, to our souls | Lori Lansens | ||
| 10d21fc | Feathers needed, swan preferred. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| 5745864 | I think something more mysterious might be happening, less articulate than any of the captioned and numeraled drawings in the 'The Spiritist's Telegraph.' Mothers burning inside the risen suns of their children. | Karen Russell | ||
| e63d31f | Beverly once read a science magazine article about bioluminescence, the natural glow emitted by organisms like fireflies and jellyfish, but she knows the dead also give off a strange illumination, a phosphor that can permanently damage the eyes of the living. Necroluminescence - the light of the vanished. A hindsight produced by the departed body. Your failings backlit by the death of your loved ones. | Karen Russell | ||
| 7df696e | Raffy has this magical, abracadabrical ability to transform all his "ifs" into "whens"." | star-gazers-log summer-time-crime | Karen Russell | |
| 393c0fd | Women revert to their maiden names in Heaven, Rutherford feels fairly certain. He can't remember where he learned this--France or the Bible. | Karen Russell | ||
| d3afacc | I wanted to touch the edges of my life - the same instinct, I think, that inspires young mortals to flip tractors and enlist in foreign wars. | Karen Russell | ||
| ffcdbb9 | just the word fills Beverly with an unaccountable, schoolmarmish sort of rage. Forever, that's got to be bad math, right? Such terrifying math. | Karen Russell | ||
| 031866e | A reflection on Robert Lowell Robert Lowell knew I was not one of his devotees. I attended his famous "office hours" salon only a few times. Life Studies was not a book of central importance for me, though I respected it. I admired his writing, but not the way many of my Boston friends did. Among poets in his generation, poems by Elizabeth Bishop, Alan Dugan, and Allen Ginsberg meant more to me than Lowell's. I think he probably sensed some.. | Robert Pinsky | ||
| 17f0837 | I am the defense early warning radar system I see nothing but bombs | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| ec5df77 | I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience that will cause you by my affection. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| df2d2c0 | Man is no form no mighty molecule no just idea alone -- all that Thing -- I feel man tender radiance at Heart between breast and belly, that physical place where the Self urges -- delicate sensation | humanity poetry | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 35ff537 | Humans need each other for equilibrium and support. But writers must pull aside to take a quiet walk alone, not just for the sake of serenity but to hear the Voice inside. That is how the storyteller connects with with others--listen, write, share. | outer-banks southern-fiction southern-writers | Patricia Hickman | |
| c10477b | Because of sorrow, my awareness of life's pulse is strongly detectable. It is syncopation while I journey, a lap of ocean in the eyes of every person I meet. This awareness informs the flesh of my stories. Grief has been an odd companion, at first a terror, but now I am all the better having accepted it for its intrinsic worth. | outer-banks southern-fiction southern-writers | Patricia Hickman | |
| 988eb76 | Just because we haven't seen a dragon, doesn't mean dragons don't exist." Louise stated the logic of why the scientists were reluctant to commit to a theory." | Wen Spencer | ||
| a6f3647 | I'm not saying it's what I would have wanted. But don't you see? We fuck up our lives again and again and it's always our children who pick up the bill. We move on to new relationships, always starting over, always thinking we've got another chance to get it right, it's the kids from all these broken marriages who pay the price. They - my son, your daughters, all the millions like them - are carrying around wounds that are going to last a l.. | family man | Tony Parsons | |
| afbf90e | There was a young woman whose stammer Was atrocious, and so was her grammar, But they were not improved When her husband was moved To knock out her teeth with a hammer. | Edward Gorey | ||
| 922e64b | He wrote it all down Zealously. | Edward Gorey | ||
| a7a30ab | An ordinary man can enjoy breakfasting on juice and rye bread. But when you are underfed, scorned, miserable or just plain bored, you don't want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little more colourful, exciting, tastier, meatier and juicier. | animated cat-haee cathaee children-s-books dark dark-humor edward-gorey enhanced-epub3 general-fiction graphic-novel haee humor illustrated-books lessons life middlings pets quirky quirky-characters r-s-vern series shel-silverstein tim-burton trilogy young-adults | R.S. Vern | |
| 8cf9f56 | When they answered the bell on that wild winter night. There was no one expected - and no one in sight. | Edward Gorey | ||
| 9d2006f | Perhaps he has confused making money with freedom. | freedom greed | John Charles Chasteen | |
| 44c490d | Back in the "leather and lace" eighties, I was the fantasy editor for a publishing company in New York City. It was a great time to be young and footloose on the streets of Manhattan--punk rock and folk music were everywhere; Blondie, the Eurythmics, Cyndi Lauper, and Prince were all strutting their stuff on the newly created MTV; and the eighties' sense of style meant I could wear my scruffy black leather into the office without turning to.. | 80s 80s-nostalgia fantasy new-york nostalgia | Terri Windling | |
| d877ec8 | the character of the person would outweigh the color of his skin and the reputation of his heritage. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| d3455dd | only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 05a762d | Another week of emptiness, of solitude, though the schooner was fully crewed and there were few places where someone could be out of sight of everyone else. That was the thing about the open ocean, you were never physically alone, yet all the world seemed removed. Catti-brie and Drizzt had spent hours together, just standing and watching, each lost, drifting on the rolls of the azure blanket, together and yet so alone. | friendship | R.A. Salvatore | |
| cc2512e | I live my life with hope, always hope, that the future will be better than the present, but only as long as I work to make it so. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| a257d3a | All my life, I have been searching for a home," the drow said quietly. "All my life, I have been wanting more than that which was offered to me, more than Menzoberranzan, more than friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in here," Drizzt said, putting a hand to his heart and turning back to look upon his companions. "It is a feel.. | friends home | R.A. Salvatore | |
| d01f0c4 | if we have fallen so far as to need an avatar, an undeniable manifestation of a god, to show us our way, then we are pitiful creatures indeed. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 1e95c05 | They are a lie, as our-no, your peole are a lie!" "Your skin is as dark as mine"' Malice reminded him. "You are a drow, though you have never learned what that means!" "Oh, I do know what it menas." "Then act by the rules!" Matron Malcius demanded. "Your rules? Drizzt growled back. "But your rules are a damned lie as well, as great as lie as that filthy spider you claim as a deity!" "A ture god damn you all!" "And damn that Spider Qyeen as .. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| e3fe5d9 | We - at least we of sincere character - always judge ourselves by stricter standards than we expect others to abide by. | R.A. Salvatore |