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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c0550f2 | Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend. | Umberto Eco | ||
| e94a440 | The Antichrist can be born from piety itself, from excessive love of God or of the truth, as the heretic is born from the saint and the possessed from the seer. Fear prophets, Adso, and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them. | Umberto Eco | ||
| acc0a55 | Uber die deutsche Sprache: ,,Sie halten sich fur tief, weil ihre Sprache unklar ist, ihr fehlt die clarte der franzosischen Sprache, sie sagt nie exakt das, was sie sollte, so dass kein Deutscher jemals weiss, was er sagen wollte - und dann verwechselt er diese Undeutlichkeit mit Tiefe. Es ist mit Deutschen wie mit Frauen, man gelangt bei ihnen nie auf den Grund | languages | Umberto Eco | |
| 1d9d612 | And in that moment I experience a revelation. I realize now that it was a painful sense that the world is purposeless, the lazy fruit of a misunderstanding, but in that moment I was able to translate what I felt only as: "God does not exist." | Umberto Eco | ||
| fb1bf0a | luckily, Eden is soon populated. The ethical dimension begins when the other appears on the scene. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 1576f55 | With Germans, as with women, you never get to the point. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 12fe116 | Will we be happier afterwards? Or will be have lost the freshness of those who are privileged to experience art as real life, where we enter after the trumps have been played, and we leave without knowing who's going to win or lose the game? | Umberto Eco | ||
| 58051df | Because learning does not consist only of knowing what we must or we can do, but also of knowing what we could do and perhaps should not do. | learning | Umberto Eco | |
| 42314ac | She used to come home alone at two in the morning. When I asked if she wasn't afraid of sexual maniacs, she told me her method. When a sexual maniac approached, threatening, she would take his arm and say, "Come on, let's do it." And he would go away, bewildered. If you're a sexual maniac, you don't want sex; you want the excitement of its theft, you want the victim's resistance and despair. If sex is handed to you on a platter, here it is,.. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 39b4522 | The young no longer want to study anything, learning is in decline, the whole world walks on its head, blind men lead others equally blind and cause them to plunge into the abyss, birds leave the nest before they can fly, the jackass plays the lyre, oxen dance. Mary no longer loves the contemplative life and Martha no longer loves the active life, Leah is sterile, Rachel has a carnal eye, Cato visits brothels, Lucretius becomes a woman. Ev.. | Umberto Eco | ||
| aa297fc | New Orleans is not in the grip of a neurosis of a denied past; it passes out memories generously like a great lord; it doesn't have to pursue "the real thing." | new-orleans | Umberto Eco | |
| a927e80 | In the years when I discoverd the Abbe Vallet volume, there was a widespread conviction that one should write only out of a commitment to the present, in order to change the world. Now, after ten years or more, the man of letters (restored to his loftiest dignity) can happily write out of pure love of writing. | Umberto Eco | ||
| df9bdbc | Porque no todas las verdades son para todos los oidos, ni todas las mentiras pueden ser reconocidas como tales por cualquier alma piadosa, | Umberto Eco | ||
| 07c6522 | At the end of my patient reconstruction, I had before me a kind of lesser library, a symbol of the greater, vanished one: a library made up of fragments, quotations, unfinished sentences, amputated stumps of books. | Umberto Eco | ||
| b6dc63f | Adso of Melk: The Koran, the Bible of the infidels, a perverse book ... William of Baskerville: A book containing a wisdom different from ours. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 7280cf0 | Komunistite tv'rdiat, che religiiata e opium't za narodite. Viarno e, zashchoto pomaga da se d'rzhat izk'so podanitsite ... | Umberto Eco | ||
| eab334a | I'm a successful businessman, a very successful bussinessman,' he said, dead-eyed to the camera. 'Guys like me don't kill our wives. We trade 'em in and get a new one | Gregg Olsen | ||
| 6304e66 | Trust and stupidity are close friends. Of course, no one really knows that until it's too late. | Gregg Olsen | ||
| f8e8f75 | We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people, because we love them, or because we don't. | Miranda July | ||
| 50e93c2 | I wouldn't use a British accent out loud, but I'd be using one in my head and it would carry over. | Miranda July | ||
| 5989548 | People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it. | Miranda July | ||
| 61efccb | I was afraid of the consequences of my acts in the right way, beyond guilt, but it was too late. I'd already become the person I should have been afraid of becoming. | Russell Banks | ||
| 3e83b12 | It's like a crime is an act that when you've committed one the act is over and you haven't changed inside. But when you commit a sin it's like you create a condition that you have to live in. | Russell Banks | ||
| 7629cac | They were the only three people I'd chosen on my own to love, and they were gone. But still, that morning in Mobay when I saw Russ for the last time, I saw clearly for the first time that loving Sister Rose and I-Man and even Bruce had left me with riches that I could draw on for the rest of my life, I was totally grateful to them. | Russell Banks | ||
| 9d3d117 | When you have never done a thing before and that thing is not simply and clearly right or wrong, you frequently do not know if it is a cruel thing, you just go ahead and do it. Maybe later you'll be able to determine whether you acted cruelly. Too late, of course, but at least you'll know. | Russell Banks | ||
| c473fa7 | It's a way of living with tragedy, I guess, to claim after it happens that you saw it coming, as if somehow you had already made the necessary adjustments beforehand. | the-sweet-hereafter | Russell Banks | |
| 94915b3 | Mourning can be very selfish. When someone you love has died, you tend to recall best those few moments and incidents that helped clarify your sense, not of the person who has died, but of your own self. | russell-banks the-sweet-hereafter | Russell Banks | |
| c8ec50b | She wished to find out about this hazardous business of "passing," this breaking away from all that was familiar and friendly to take one's chance in another environment, not entirely strange, perhaps, but certainly not entirely friendly." | Nella Larsen | ||
| b2b0c21 | She isn't stupid. She's intelligent enough in a purely feminine way. Eighteenth-century France would have been a marvellous setting for her, or the old South if she hadn't made the mistake of being born a Negro. | Nella Larsen | ||
| 3ea3bec | Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight. | youth nautical pirate seas ship ocean pirates | Tim Powers | |
| c121d0a | If you are prepared," he told his players, "you will be confident, and will do the job." | Tim Sanders | ||
| 490838d | Think of the many, many stories about God choosing people. There are Moses, Abraham, and Sarah; there are David, Jeremiah, Gideon, Samuel, Jonah, and Isaiah. There is Israel itself. Much later there are Peter and Paul, and, most especially, Mary. God is always choosing people. First impressions aside, God is not primarily choosing them for a role or a task, although it might appear that way. God is really choosing them to be God's self in t.. | Richard Rohr | ||
| 10e24e0 | He didn't call me for a few weeks. This was customary within our friendship, confide and retreat, but I wondered. I wondered if perhaps our last conversation had been an overture. Not the conversation, exactly, but the silences within it. There had been many dark pits of tea-sipping silence; looking back, I could imagine placing my hand on his hand while kneeling in one of these dark pits. And in such a pit could one even be sure what one w.. | Miranda July | ||
| d67ec89 | That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. | Miranda July | ||
| 9fa1149 | I checked to see if he and I had a special connection that was greater than his bond with his mother. We didn't. | Miranda July | ||
| 7dcb410 | The usual treatment is psychotherapy." "I know." I didn't explain that I was single. Therapy is for couples. So is Christmas. So is camping. So is beach camping." | Miranda July | ||
| 0bc6f42 | Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think. | Miranda July | ||
| 91c9646 | There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little. | Miranda July | ||
| 4b833d8 | We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond. | Miranda July | ||
| 6aa0e20 | Seminggu lalu dari hari itu Richard menulis di facebook: "'I miss her terribly.' - Miranda July" Aku jujur saja, merasa sedikit cemburu. Siapa si jalang ini, pikirku, dan meng-google namanya." | Norman Erikson Pasaribu | ||
| aabde6a | He loved me. He was a complex person with layers of percolating emotions, some of them spiritual, some tortured in a more secular way, and he burned for me. This complicated flame of being was mine. | Miranda July | ||
| 3f6b2c4 | We had fallen in love; that was still true. But given the right psychological conditions, a person could fall in love with anyone or anything. A wooden desk -- always on all fours, always prone, always there for you. What was the lifespan of these improbable loves? An hour. A week. A few months at best. The end was a natural thing, like the seasons, like getting older, fruit turning. That was the saddest part -- there was no one to blame an.. | Miranda July | ||
| f6ddc07 | When I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back. | Miranda July | ||
| 821d4c4 | A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling. | Miranda July |