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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 709aa5b | Nebulat ergo cogito. | being fog | Umberto Eco | |
| d6437bb | Dunyada dort cesit insan vardir: aliklar, budalalar, aptallar, deliler ... Alik konusmaz bile, agzindan salyalar akar, spastiktir. Dondurmasini alnina yapistirir, esgudumu yetersiz oldugundan. Doner kapiya ters yonden girer. ... Budala her zaman bardagin disindan konusur...Bardagin icindekinden soz etmek ister, ama ne yapar ne eder, disindan konusur. Dilerseniz soyle diyebiliriz: budala pot kiran biridir; karisinin kisa bir sure once birakt.. | Umberto Eco | ||
| fc349bb | The people of God cannot be changed until the outcasts are restored to its body. | church outcasts people-of-god umberto-eco | Umberto Eco | |
| 3940b17 | Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries -old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not t.. | books dialogue dialogues-between-books libraries library parchment speaking | Umberto Eco | |
| cfa1446 | In order for there to be a mirror of the world, it is necessary that the world have a form | Umberto Eco | ||
| 366e216 | Simple mechanisms do not love. | umberto-eco | Umberto Eco | |
| b376105 | A thesis should take no more than three years because, if the student has failed to delimit his topic and find the necessary sources after this period, he has one of the following problems: 1. The student has chosen an overwhelming topic that is beyond his skill level. 2. The student is one of those insatiable persons who would like to write about everything, and who will continue to work on his thesis for 20 years. (A clever scholar will i.. | Umberto Eco | ||
| 1cbf689 | But if Mother Theresa went to collect all the prizes she is awarded, the death rate in Calcutta would soar. | Umberto Eco | ||
| fbdd94e | If a student works rigorously, no topic is truly foolish, and the student can draw useful conclusions even from a remote or peripheral topic. | Umberto Eco | ||
| f26c31b | The novelist Umberto Eco famously kept what the writer Nassim Taleb called an "anti-library," a vast collection of books he had not read, believing that one's personal trove should contain as much of what you don't know as possible. Some" | Pamela Paul | ||
| 06d1f8d | When nature fails, we turn to art. | Umberto Eco | ||
| fd8d64a | I felt no passion, no jealousy, no nostalgia. I was hollow, clear-headed, clean, and as emotionless as an aluminum pot. | Umberto Eco | ||
| e531897 | three things concur in creating beauty: first of all integrity or perfection, and for this reason we consider ugly all incomplete things; then proper proportion or consonance; and finally clarity and light, and in fact we call beautiful those things of definite color. | clarity components-of-beauty consonance integrity light-and-colour perfection proportion | Umberto Eco | |
| 628c0dd | I was free. Free also means nothing. | Gregg Olsen | ||
| db970c5 | leathery tan face and eyes popping from white rings of flesh left by tanning goggles, had his head so far up his ass that he needed a snorkel to breathe. At least most thought so. | Gregg Olsen | ||
| 5eba82d | But in late March in the Pacific Northwest, a cease-fire on precipitation only meant the clouds were taking a coffee break. | Gregg Olsen | ||
| c6801ec | He always told his girl, "If only these walls could talk... the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone's a liar." But the walls didn't talk." | Gregg Olsen | ||
| d0ee8e3 | Of all the animals on this planet, we are surely the nastiest, the most deceitful, the most murderous and vile. Despite our God, or because of him. Both. | Russell Banks | ||
| 105326b | believes in God the way he believes in politicians-he knows He exists but doesn't count on Him for anything. | Russell Banks | ||
| 12d08c8 | The split has widened because the right has moved right, not because the left has moved left. Republican presidents Eisenhower, Nixon, and Ford all supported the Equal Rights Amendment. In 1960, the GOP platform embraced "free collective bargaining" between management and labor. REpublicans boasted of "extending the minimum wage to several million more workers" and "strengthening the unemployment insurance system and extension of its benefi.. | Arlie Russell Hochschild | ||
| 2bafda0 | The trouble with Clare was not only that she wanted to have her cake and eat it too but that she wanted to nibble at the cakes of other folk as well. | Nella Larsen | ||
| 61ef5aa | With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die. - Abraham Lincoln | Peter Atkins | ||
| c9f28ff | It was like a dream, where the most unlikely person can't get enough of you- a movie star or someone's husband. How can this be? But the attraction is mutual and undeniable; it is the reason for itself. | Miranda July | ||
| 72e9199 | But it had another layer to it, because imitating crass people was kind of liberating--like pretending to be a child or a crazy person. It was something you could do only with someone you really trusted, someone who knew how capable and good you actually were. | Miranda July | ||
| 0240cec | People love to make life harder than it has to be. | Miranda July | ||
| d93ef3a | Let's say a person is down in the dumps, or maybe just lazy, and they stop doing the dishes. Soon the dishes are piled sky-high and it seems impossible to even clean a fork. So the person starts eating with dirty forks out of dirty dishes and this makes the person feel like a homeless person. So they stop bathing. Which makes it hard to leave the house. The person begins to throw trash anywhere and pee in cups because they're closer to the .. | Miranda July | ||
| 5bc13ba | I decided, right there in the darkness of the hallway, that I wanted this. | Miranda July | ||
| 7595d75 | It must happen all the time, a fleeting passion overwhelms someone's true course and there's nothing to be done about it. | Miranda July | ||
| 23d09c2 | They were sparkling with the old love, the greatest love of my lifetime. And they were triumphant. | Miranda July | ||
| 27718fd | We thrust our babies into the air again and again, showing them what it felt like to be a mother, to be terrifyingly in love without the option of getting off. | Miranda July | ||
| 96e80cd | We still kissed frequently, usually a cluster of small pecks. An acronym for our early deep kisses. Which in a way was more intimate because only we knew what it stood for. | kissing love | Miranda July | |
| 21ea7c4 | I didn't bathe him because I was too afraid he would slip out of my hands or his belly button would open. Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting--I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool. | newborn | Miranda July | |
| e4ebb5c | That said, the spaces between my features are in perfect proportion to each other. So far no one has noticed this. Also my ears: darling little shells. I wear my hair tucked behind them and try to enter crowded rooms ear-first, walking sideways. | Miranda July | ||
| 4dc433b | We grew still and stared at each other. It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other's eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink. For a very long time, you didn't need to get more ink, there was no reason to get anything else, because she was as good as me, she lived on earth like me, she suffered as I did. | Miranda July | ||
| 9eda4be | And it struck me that maybe True magazine had been wrong. Maybe there are no New Men. Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other. | Miranda July | ||
| d8b6722 | Have you ever wanted something very badly and then gotten it? Then you know that winning is many things, but it is never the thing you thought it would be. | Miranda July | ||
| 6a757e3 | I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes. | Miranda July | ||
| 6d0b3ca | I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn. | Miranda July | ||
| 7a30b96 | Bethesda ... Would I be wrong in guessing you work for Uncle Sam?" "Why, yes. You must be very familiar with Washington, Mr. Fenton. Does your work bring you there often?" Anywhere but on our sandbar the little ploy would have worked. My hunter's gene twitches. "Which agency are you with?" She gives up gracefully. "Oh, just GSA records. I'm a librarian." | James Tiptree Jr. | ||
| 8e6ef37 | DOCTOR AIN WAS recognized on the Omaha-Chicago flight. A biologist colleague from Pasadena came out of the toilet and saw Ain in an aisle seat. Five years before, this man had been jealous of Ain's huge grants. Now he nodded coldly and was surprised at the intensity of Ain's response. He almost turned back to speak, but he felt too tired; like nearly everyone, he was fighting the flu. The stewardess handing out coats after they landed remem.. | James Tiptree Jr. | ||
| 6f4440a | Nothing but the effects of dust and vapor in the thin skin of air whereupon she crawls wingless. | James Tiptree Jr. | ||
| cd1073a | She's mine, broken or not," he said darkly." | nicholas | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| 9150a98 | I'm with you, but Lucy?" He sounded dark and baleful. "Lucy's mine." | nicholas solange | Alyxandra Harvey | |
| b2f4016 | We welcome our beloved dead." Determined, I lifted my eyelids and searched the room. The feather in Mrs. Thompson's white curls bounced in a draft. Mr. Hunt's whiskers quivered. Lord Marshall sat entirely too near to Mother; his knee must surely be pressed against hers. The candle flickered. Someone cleared their throat. The poodle whined, bored. | Alyxandra Harvey |