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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9e351a3 | I needed somewhere that wasn't bad. I wanted to be light and happy like you, and I wanted never for you to see the dark. I was scared I would infect you with terrible feelings and pictures in my head of walking out in front of the traffic and - No. That's not for you, see? Not for you to hear. I needed you to be my sunlight, Bessi,' and here George paused and her words became very small, 'I lost mine, I lost it. | Diana Evans | ||
| f961f03 | No matter what she was doing-baking cookies, walking around the lake on a beautiful day, making love to her husband-she felt rushed and jittery, as if the last few grains of sand were at that very moment sliding through the narrow waist of an hourglass. Any unforeseen occurrence-road construction, an inexperienced cashier, a missing set of keys-could plunge her into a mood of frantic despair that could poison an entire day. | harried-life old-self stop-and-smell-the-roses | Tom Perrotta | |
| d31fcc3 | And right now he was feeling the weight of all those losses, and the weight of the years that were behind him, and the weight of the ones that were still ahead, however many there might be - three or four, twenty or thirty, maybe more. | still-ahead weight years | Tom Perrotta | |
| ac8cfbb | Something that had possibly caused the distance between us, but might also bring us back together. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 8146dba | What a beautiful bird, they kept telling one another, which was a weird thing to say about a dead thing without a head. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| ab61cbe | we read fiction to satisfy a more basic need--to imagine our way into other lives, to explore characters and situations that tell us something new about the world, and maybe about ourselves, or to remind us of something important that we may have forgotten. | Tom Perrotta | ||
| 35357e3 | Some subjects mixed well with weed, but Chemistry wasn't one of them. | subjects weed | Tom Perrotta | |
| a8aa635 | Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?...But | Jack Kerouac | ||
| b213c69 | It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 8f7dc46 | As for his hobby, drawing, he was better at that than most artists alive today and I always knew he was really a great young artist pretending to be withdrawn so people would leave him alone, also so people wouldn't ask him to get a job. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ef26cf3 | I had nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 5f7957b | He and I suddenly saw the whole country like an oyster for us to open; and the pearl was there, the pearl was there. | travel | Jack Kerouac | |
| 225863c | He's a great mysterious Bodhisattva I think maybe a reincarnation of Asagna the great Mahayana scholar of the old centuries." "And who am I?" "I dunno, maybe you're Goat." | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 292563b | I play games with her fabulous eyes and she longs to be in a monastery | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 1a9427b | to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if really I was that great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging the .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a22fafb | I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They le.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e203615 | But you can go on thinking and imagining forever further and stop at no decisions to pick up a bag for the thinkings. Turn your thinking into your work, your thoughts a book, in sieges. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 3c3993d | notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 79bc00d | the way to the bottom of South America where the Indians are seven feet tall and eat cocaine on the mountainside? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 28b109c | There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead,' that's what he just about said in one of those sutras---- | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 0e45901 | Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.- Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.- Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.- | Jack Kerouac | ||
| e5c66dd | It was a joy, though, to get down into the valley and lose sight of all that open sky space underneath everything and finally, as it got graying five o'clocking, about a hundred yards from the other boys and walking alone, to just pick my way singing and thinking along the little black cruds of a deer trail through the rocks, no call to think or look ahead or worry, just follow the little balls of deer crud with your eyes cast down and enjo.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| cc81913 | Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion. --JACK KEROUAC | Anthony Robbins | ||
| 246c9e5 | I started to cry. And I looked up and saw the bleak pines by the bleak mills of Roanoke Rapids with one final despair, like the despair of a man who has nothing left to do but leave the earth forever. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ba68dd8 | Be in love with everything . | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ff359ae | Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 668ed18 | And here for the first time in my life I saw my beloved Mississippi River, dry in the summer haze, low water, with its big rank smell that smells like the raw body of America itself because it washes it up. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 79ea90d | everybody saying "O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that", how do you know he doesnt hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| c5440de | When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come true. Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy. It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 2aef460 | Where Buddha and Tao Meet: Stop seeking pleasures, Satisfy your natural wants; Break clean from ambitions, Escape from the urge to improve, Be like a kid And salvation will come of itself. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ca2349a | How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning? | joy life sadness | Jack Kerouac | |
| 2ce4e0f | Did I come into this world thru the womb of my mother the earth just so I could talk and write like everybody else? | womb writing | Jack Kerouac | |
| a9de0a5 | Mexican Loneliness" And I am an unhappy stranger grooking in the streets of Mexico- My friends have died on me, my lovers disappeared, my whores banned, my bed rocked and heaved by earthquake - and no holy weed to get high by candlelight and dream - only fumes of buses, dust storms, and maids peeking at me thru a hole in the door secretly drilled to watch masturbators fuck pillows - I am the Gargoyle of Our Lady dreaming in space gray mist .. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 23525fb | Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 11a6031 | This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read" - Sal Paradise, On The Road" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 6e50cd7 | This was a manuscript of the night we couldn't read" - Sal Paradise" | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 01f72b5 | So even that marvelous, long remembrances of life all the time in the world to just sit there or lie there or walk about slowly remembering all the details of life which now because a million lightyears away have taken on the aspect (as they must've for Proust in his sealed room) of pleasant movies brought up at will and projected for further study -- And pleasure -- As I imagine God to be doing this very minute, watching his own movie, whi.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 719c45a | I'm an idealist who has outgrown my idealism I have nothing to do the rest of my life but do it | Jack Kerouac | ||
| 63c9845 | But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see? | Jack Kerouac | ||
| a70d6c7 | Si seguis asi vais a volveros locos, pero por favor mantenedme al corriente de lo que os sucede en el camino. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| f285331 | Energy manipulation took place completely in mind,same way believing in telepathy caused telepathic abilities to grow STRONGER. | art chakras christina-westover energy-manipulation fiction imagination inspirational jack-kerouac literature poetry san-francisco telepathist telepathy | Christina Westover | |
| f54b4e5 | We just think that we're being born, when we're born; (headfirst crying out of the smile of the womb, if we'd only known that it was all the same before getting involved in Samsara---saving motion and nervousness, not forsaking peace---I remember being forced out---to the discriminatory prickles and thorns of the world)--- We're still the same old substance, High Hearable Essence Light---(whatever it really is, & Empty)--- Unbornness is the.. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| fa4f20a | To this boy of New England the May morning was like faint music in the woods again, some unspeakably exciting foregathering of events far in the deep shade of morning pines, all of it stirring there. He could hear it all faintly in the woods from far away, from across the fields and pastures, in the cool misty morning air, and he wanted to go there too. | Jack Kerouac | ||
| ab24c2c | I'd also gone through an entire year of celibacy based on my feeling that lust was the direct cause of birth which was the direct cause of suffering and death and I had really no lie come to a point where I regarded lust as offensive and even cruel. | Jack Kerouac |