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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cf52ad1 | There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that. | love memories | Sue Monk Kidd | |
| 16a9fee | Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them? | Sue Monk Kidd | ||
| 54ea681 | VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do? ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c8b9e75 | You, my body, my mind...one must go. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2cda58b | Look, she said stooping over her breasts, the haloes are darkening already. I summoned up my remaining strength and said, Abort, abort and they'll blush like new. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| b60bb8c | Now I was making my way through the garden. There was that strange light which follows a day of persistent rain, when the sun comes out and the sky clears too late to be of any use. The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 208b773 | In the end he said, I am Mercier, alone, ill, in the cold, the wet, old, half mad, no way on, no way back. He eyed briefly, with nostalgia, the ghastly sky, the hideous earth. At your age, he said. Another act. Immaterial | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 437fdcf | Personally I always preferred Lipton's. | theater | Samuel Beckett | |
| 62dfc16 | Having oscillated all his life between the torments of a superficial loitering and the horrors of disinterested endeavour, he finds himself at last in a situation where to do nothing exclusively would be an act of the highest value, and significance. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0ff8e4d | In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The lower the order of mental activity the better the company. Up to a point. | conversation mental-activity partner | Samuel Beckett | |
| 3bfa02d | The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7a743b4 | So to every man, soon or late, comes envy of the fly, with all the long joys of summer before it. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6d0a5f2 | Then a moment passed and all was changed. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 3ce7cd6 | I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them. | ditch out-of-sorts | Samuel Beckett | |
| 0539556 | The more people I meet the happier I become. | friendship happiness | Samuel Beckett | |
| 8678554 | As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places. | mind | Samuel Beckett | |
| 9221a8f | But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn. It was as though the brakes were jammed, and heaven knows they were not, for my bicycle had no brakes. And suddenly overcome by a great weariness, in spite of the dying day when I always felt most alive, I threw the bicycle back in the bush and lay down on the ground, on the grass, careless of the dew, I never feared the dew. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2cc6afa | story ... if you could finish it ... you could rest ... you could sleep ... not before ... oh I know ... the ones I've finished ... thousands and one ... all I ever did ... in my life ... with my life ... saying to myself ... finish this one ... it's the right one ... then rest ... | Samuel Beckett | ||
| f25ee54 | Alone he watched the sky go out, dark deepen to its full. He kept his eyes on the engulfed horizon, for he knew from experience what last throes it was capable of. And in the dark he could hear better too, he could hear the sounds the long day had kept from him, human murmurs for example, and the rain on the water. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 265dcc9 | He speaks of himself as of another. Himself he devises too for company. Leave it at that. Confusion too is company up to a point. Better hope deferred than none. Up to a point. Till the heart starts to sicken. Company too up to a point. Better a sick heart than none. Till it starts to break. So speaking of himself he concludes for the time being, For the time being leave it at that. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| ebf7cbf | all I hear leave out more leave out all hear no more lie there in my arms the ancient without end me we're talking of me without end that buries all mankind to the last cunt they'd be good moments in the dark the mud hearing nothing saying nothing capable of nothing nothing | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 44b3647 | the last at last seen of him himself unseen by him and of himself | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 88fbf6f | Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow flame feebly darting from side to side, panting, as if straining to tear itself from its wick, it should never have been lit, or it should never have been fed, or it should have been put out, put out, it should have been let go out. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 6af85a2 | To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something. To pause, towards the close of one's three hour day, and consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble; the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting the trembling towards a being gone, a bein.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| d0f85d4 | For it is difficult to speak, even any old rubbish, and at the same time focus one's attention on another point, where one's true interest lies, as fitfully defined by a feeble murmur seeming to apologize for not being dead. And what it seemed to me I heard then, concerning what I should do, and say, in order to have nothing further to do, nothing further to say, it seemed to me I only barely heard it, because of the noise I was engaged in .. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 9c736b4 | I say to myself--sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you--one day. I say to myself--sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want them to let you go--one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| acc1f32 | Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father l.. | childhood relentlessness | Samuel Beckett | |
| b28835c | All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my impression. The feet are clear already, of the great cunt of existence. Favourable presentation I trust. My head will be the last to die. Haul in your hands. I can't. The render rent. My story ended I'll be living yet. Promising lag. That is the end of me. I shall say I no more. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 8fce363 | But is it true love, in the rectum? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| dc4ef80 | Nowhere in particular on the way from A to Z. Or say for verisimilitude the Balloygan Road. That dear old back road. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road in lieu of nowhere in particular. Where no truck anymore. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road on the way from A to Z. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 65917f7 | To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| fd30908 | And life in his mind gave him pleasure, such pleasure that pleasure was not the word. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 1bbe3bc | And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts th.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| c221519 | Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours. It looks like rest, it is not, I vanish happy in that alien light, which must have once been mine, I am willing to believe it, then the anguish of return, I won't say where, I can't, to absence perhaps, you must return, that's all I k.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2137806 | Misfortunes, blessings, I have no time to pick my words, I am in a hurry to be done. And yet no, I am in no hurry. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 549d089 | Liking something and wanting to take it for a ride are two very different things', Joslyn sais, climbing out of the truck to stand on the ground. Hutch's eyes sparkled as he came around to face her. 'I'm not touching that one with a ten-foot pole,' he told her. | modern-western ranching romance | Linda Lael Miller | |
| 8557a59 | But he was bent on making that ride, Brody, and if he hadn't gotten himself thrown that day, he'd have done it some other day. What I'm trying to get at here is that folks seem to come into this life with a list of things they need to get done while they're here inscribed on their souls. Old or young, when their work is done, they leave. | Linda Lael Miller | ||
| 2971ae8 | We best teach what we ourselves have learned. | Christie Golden | ||
| e85ae12 | Not all who become leaders crave the power that goes with it. | Christie Golden | ||
| 3e60f08 | You can only act on what you do know. What your heart and your head and your gut tell you is right. | Christie Golden | ||
| 0ff0265 | There are always options. And a wise man always has more than one plan. | Christie Golden | ||
| 89a1dff | But that is how one learns, is it not? By trying and failing? | Christie Golden | ||
| 65b95e4 | The eye cannot always be trusted. We think what we see is always real, that the light always reveals what is there the same way at all times. But light and shadow can be manipulated, directed, by those that understand it... And so your eye perceives something entirely different from what you thought was there. | Christie Golden | ||
| a74dbb8 | You can't say it's a fair way to determine right or wrong one day, and then say it's unfair the next because you don't like the outcome. | Christie Golden |