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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1461d1b | If all you have is a hammer, everything seems to be a nail. | Robert Sedgewick | ||
| df8052d | I have bad news for you, for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world, and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and killed tonight. Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice for his fellow human beings, and he died because of that effort. In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want.. | racism | Robert F. Kennedy | |
| f295290 | Explorers, the historian Aaron Sachs wrote me in answer to a question, 'were always lost, because they'd never been to these places before. They never expected to know exactly where they were. Yet, at the same time, many of them knew their instruments pretty well and understood their trajectories within a reasonable degree of accuracy. In my opinion, their most important skill was simply a sense of optimism about surviving and finding their.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 94ebcbc | Creation is always in the dark because you can only do the work of making by not quite knowing what you're doing, by walking into darkness, not staying in the light. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 9d4b749 | Taking care of the elderly comes without the vast literature of advice and encouragement that accompanies other kinds of commitments, notably romantic love and childbearing. It sneaks up on you as something that is not supposed to happen, or rather you crash into this condition that you have not been warned about, a rocky coast not on the map. In the preferred stories the last years of life are golden and the old all ripen into wisdom, not .. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| cc7b6ec | On the crowded subway car back to Brooklyn afterwards, the youngest of my three female companions had her bottom groped by a man about Strauss-Kahn's age. At first, she thought he had simply bumped into her. That was before she felt her buttock being cupped and said something to me, as young women often do, tentatively, quietly, as though it were perhaps not happening or perhaps not quite a problem. Finally, she glared at him and told him t.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b2ef16a | Disenchantment is the blessing of becoming yourself. | storytelling | Rebecca Solnit | |
| f853fc2 | As Elizabeth Blackmar and Ray Rosenzweig wrote in their magisterial history of [Central Park in NYC]: 'The issue of demoncratic access to the park has also been raised by the increasing number of homeless New Yorkers. Poor people--from the 'squatters' of the 1850s to the 'tramps' of the 1870s and 1890s to the Hooverville residents of the 1930s--have always turned to the park land for shelter...The growing visibility of homeless people in Ce.. | central-park democracy homeless landscape parks | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 3df478c | Fairy tales are about trouble, about getting into it and out of it, and trouble seems to be a necessary stage on the route of becoming. All the magic and glass mountains and pearls the size of houses and princesses beautiful as the day and talking birds and part-time serpents are distractions from the tough core of most of the stories, the struggle to survive against adversaries, to find your place in your world, and to come into your own. .. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 610a0ad | in English the word 'peripatetic' means 'one who walks habitually and extensively. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 0ce7a6b | The anthropoligical theorist Paul Shepard writes, 'Humans intuitivesly see analogies between the concrete world out there and their own inner world. If they conceive the former as a chaos of anarchic forces or as dead and frozen, then so will they perceive their own bodies and society; so will they think and act on that assumption and vindicate their own ideas by altering the world to fit them.' The loss of a relationship to the nonconstruc.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| ad65b7c | Beauty is often spoken of as though it only stirs lust or admiration, but the most beautiful people are so in a way that makes them look like destiny or fate or meaning, the heroes of a remarkable story. Desire for them is in part a desire for a noble destiny, and beauty can seem like a door to meaning as well as to pleasure. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| c3d4df5 | Some men explained why men explaining things to women wasn't really a gendered phenomenon. Usually, women pointed out that, in insisting on their right to dismiss the experiences women say they have, men succeeded in explaining in just the way I said they sometimes do. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| c4e6f98 | Children, Landon said, are good at getting lost, because "the key in survival is knowing you're lost": they don't stray far, they curl up in some sheltered place at night, they know they need help." | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 459c86a | It takes time. There are milestones, but so many people are traveling along that road at their own pace, and some come along later, and others are trying to stop everyone who's moving forward, and a few are marching backward or are confused about what direction they should go in. Even in our own lives we regress, fail, continue, try again, get lost, and sometimes make a great leap, find what we didn't know we were looking for, and yet conti.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| ff5312c | Perhaps the central question about [Eliot] Porter's work is about the relationship between science, aesthetics, and environmental politics. His brother, the painter and critic Fairfield Porter, wrote in a 1960 review of [Porter's] colour photographs: 'There is no subject and background, every corner is alive,' and this suggests what an ecological aesthetic might look like. | aesthetics-eliot-porter ecology landscape photography | Rebecca Solnit | |
| fda6353 | A labyrinth is an ancient device that compresses a journey into a small space, winds up a path like thread on a spool. It contains beginning, confusion, perseverance, arrival, and return. There at last the metaphysical journey of your life and your actual movements are one and the same. You may wander, may learn that in order to get to your destination you must turn away from it, become lost, spin about, and then only after the way has beco.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 7c65b1b | For a century, the human response to stress and danger has been defined as "fight or flight." A 2000 UCLA study by several psychologists noted that this research was based largely on studies of male rats and male human beings. But studying women led them to a third, often deployed option: gather for solidarity, support, advice. They noted that "behaviorally, females' responses are more marked by a pattern of 'tend-and-befriend.' Tending inv.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 09f46cd | Violence doesn't have a race, a class, a religion, or a nationality, but it does have a gender. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 6d911ea | Who drinks your tears, who has your wings, who hears your story? | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| db10324 | A woman goes walking down a thousand-mile road. Twenty minutes after she steps forth, they proclaim that she still has nine hundred ninety-nine miles to go and will never get anywhere. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| b1adc51 | Having the right to show up and speak are basic to survival, to dignity, and to liberty. I'm grateful that, after an early life of being silenced, sometimes violently, I grew up to have a voice, circumstances that will always bind me to the rights of the voiceless. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 787cf55 | It described the double bind of women in that moment: they were getting congratulations for being fully liberated and empowered while being punished by a host of articles, reports, and books telling them that, in becoming liberated, they had become miserable; they were incomplete, missing out, losing, lonely, desperate. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| 0190a2b | The fear of rape puts many women in their place - indoors, intimidated, dependent yet again on material barriers and protectors... I was advised to stay indoors at night, to wear baggy clothes, to cover or cut my hair, to try to look like a man, to move someplace more expensive, to take taxis, to buy a car, to move in groups, to get a man to escort me--all modern versions of Greek walls and Assyrian veils, all asserting it was my responsibi.. | feminism nature rape-culture solitude travel wanderlust | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 368abc6 | In contemporary parlance, sex is biological and gender is socially constructed. | category gender language sex sociology | Rebecca Solnit | |
| befb15d | the revolt against brutality begins with a revolt against the language that hides that brutality. | language revolt | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 489d46b | I like to see the long line we each leave behind, and I sometimes imagine my whole life that way, as though each step was a stitch, as though I was a needle leaving a trail of thread that sewed together the world as I went by, crisscrossing others' paths, quilting it all together in some way that matters even though it can hardly be traced. A meandering line sutures together the world in some new way, as though walking was sewing and sewing.. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| aca6ea1 | How long does it take to see something, to know someone? If you put in years, you realize how little you grasped at the start, even when you thought you knew. We move through life mostly not seeing what is around us, not knowing who is around us, not understanding the forces at play, not understanding ourselves. Unless we stay with it, and maybe this is a movie about staying with it. | life-lessons movies understanding | Rebecca Solnit | |
| c0c874e | Hope is a belief that what we do might matter, an understanding that the future is not yet written. It's an informed, astute open-mindedness about what can happen and what role we might play in it. Hope looks forward but draws its energies from the past, from knowing histories, including our victories, and their complexities and imperfections. It means not fetishizing the perfect that is the enemy of the good, not snatching defeat from the .. | Rebecca Solnit | ||
| ced89d5 | When you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains. | exploration memories nature novelty travel walking wandering | Rebecca Solnit | |
| 4229b2a | Always, just beyond all these things, was the silver sea, the lace border around all land like the silence around sounds or the unknowns beyond all knowledge. | unknown | Rebecca Solnit | |
| b64ee5c | She has never liked sleeping alone. Even as a small child, she would steel herself to brave the black soup of the room as far as her brother's bed, creeping in beside him. And he, who when awake would rather fight than talk, would put his arms around her and stroke her hair until their warmness mingled and she fell asleep. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 5ffe961 | Outside, the city is changing. While we have been talking of God's laws and seacrets of the earth, a cold fog has come rolling off the sea, pushing through the allys, sliding over the water, rubbing up agienst the cold stone. As I walk the street falls away behind me, the shop's blue awning lost within seconds. People move like ghosts, their voices disconnected from their bodies; as fast as they loom up they dissapear agien. The fog is so d.. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 120a5b5 | There is more glory in peace than in war, | Sarah Dunant | ||
| c207d52 | If you love a man for his honesty, you cannot become angry when he shows it. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| 4e0e559 | She is only a young woman who did not want to become a nun. The world is full of them. | Sarah Dunant | ||
| bc728ed | Birth, coupling, death. The more she thinks about it, the more it seems that that is all there is: a wheel turning over and over, moving so fast that sometimes you cannot even make out the spokes. It is a wonder there is any room for poetry. | meaning poetry | Sarah Dunant | |
| 4164e8d | How are you speaking?" Gryndal asked. "With my mouth," she said. "Does everyone play that game?" -- | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 651ecda | Royce watched the courier ride out of sight before taking off his imperial uniform. Turning to face Hadrian, he said, "Well, that wasn't so hard." "Will?" Hadrian asked as the two slipped into the forest. Royce nodded. "Remember yesterday you complained that you'd rather be an actor? I was giving you a part: Will, the Imperial Checkpoint Sentry. I thought you did rather well with the role." "You know, you don't need to mock all my ideas." H.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 17c292e | Royce found Hadrian splitting logs near the stockade gate. He was naked to the waist except for the small silver medallion that dangled from his neck as he bent forward to place another wedge. He had a solid sweat worked up along with a sizable pile of wood. "Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they didn't have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sw.. | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 3419d2d | You alive?" Hadrian asked. "If I were dead, I don't think there'd be geese." Royce tilted his head up to catch the arrow of birds heading south. "But maybe they're evil geese." "Evil geese?" "We have no idea what goes on in the water fowl world. They might have been a gang that stole eggs or something." "I'm guessing you have a fever." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| 59e7598 | Dear Maribor, you're heavy," Hadrian growled as he untied the rope. "No, I'm not. You're wounded." Royce moved his hand and felt the blood-soaked clothes. "God, we're bleeding like a slit throat." "You're bleeding more than me," Hadrian said. "Oh, does that make you feel better?" "Actually it does." | Michael J. Sullivan | ||
| af0bbbe | Always remember that the tales of another are never as wondrous as your own. | life life-experience | Michael J. Sullivan | |
| 2183dfa | Alric looked up at the thief with a scowl. "I just want to say for the record that as far as royal protectors go, you're not very good." "It's my first day," Royce replied dryly." | Michael J. Sullivan |