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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f3be916 | these hearts of ours are curious and contrary things, and time and nature work their will in spite of us. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 65110bc | There, I've done my best. If that wont do, I shall have to wait till I can do better. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| d391aed | The more you love and trust Him, the nearer you will feel to Him, | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| d667395 | It is an excellent plan to have some place where we can go to be quiet, when things vex or grieve us. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 362e019 | What right have I to more gay gowns, when some poor babies have none; or to spend time making myself fine, while there is so much bitter want in the world? | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 9bd8bf8 | replied Mrs. March, who took peculiar pleasure in granting Beth's requests because she so seldom asked anything for herself. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 80664b5 | I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 7c9918c | You can go through the world with your elbows out and your nose in the air, and call it independence, if you like. That's not my way. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 802fbe3 | Men seldom do, for when women are the advisers, the lords of creation don't take the advice till they have persuaded themselves that it is just what they intended to do. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| bcd84c7 | and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam. | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 0bddba7 | It does seem to me that some one might write stories that should be lively, natural and helpful tales in which the English should be good, the morals pure, and the characters such as we can love in spite of the faults that all may have. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 0223907 | I don't see why God made any night; day is so much pleasanter... | louisa-may-alcott | Louisa May Alcott | |
| e6d87d2 | Samoljublje kvari i najvece genije. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 27f8383 | The snores alone were quite a study, varying from the mild sniff to the stentorian snort, which startled the echoes and hoisted the performer erect to accuse his neighbor of the deed, magnanimously forgive him, and wrapping the drapery of his couch about him, lie down to vocal slumber. After listening for a week to this band of wind instruments, I indulged in the belief that I could recognize each by the snore alone, and was tempted to join.. | humor | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 300d6c8 | leave him free, and the mere sense of liberty would content him, joined to the knowledge that his presence was dear to those whom he loved best. | liberty love | Louisa May Alcott | |
| d22032f | We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner." | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 256a1f0 | I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then, anything, anything could happen. | sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| a3360ae | Dans mes mains, par exemple, il y a quelque chose de neuf, une certaine facon de prendre ma pipe ou ma fourchette. Ou bien c'est la fourchette qui a, maintenant, une certaine facon de se faire prendre, je ne sais pas. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 16209b3 | He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps. | lonely nausea | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 9f501ad | man is a useless passion. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| d9306d2 | Je n'ai pas reve cet heroisme. Je l'ai choisi. On est ce qu'on veut. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 0923e34 | And you know what wickedness is, and shame, and fear. There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 1dfb63b | Lucien thought with bitter pleasure that his parents found him looking fine. "I don't exist." He closed his eyes and let himself drift: existence is an illusion because I know I don t exist, all I have to do is plug my ears and not think about anything and I'll become nothingness." | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| e6a954e | Es el reflejo de mi rostro. A menudo en estos dias perdidos, me quedo contemplandolo. No comprendo nada de este rostro. Los de los demas tienen un sentido. El mio, no. | Jean Paul Sartre | ||
| 2b2764f | mn tqw ndrm, shyd frzndn m btqw shwnd, bhshrT ankhh m anqdr khwn jry khnym t Hq dshtn fDylt r bh anh bdhym. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| cfda44f | For the moment they wanted to live with the least expenditure, economize words, gestures, thoughts, float: they had only one day in which to smooth out their wrinkles, their crow's feet, the bitter lines made by a hard week's work. One day only. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 66518d7 | J'existe. C'est doux, si doux, si lent. Et leger: on dirait que ca tient en l'air tout seul. Ca remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s'evanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux. | Jean Paul Sartre | ||
| 313e07d | Creo que soy yo quien ha cambiado; es la solucion mas simple. Tambien la mas desagradable. Pero debo reconocer que estoy sujeto a estas subitas transformaciones. Lo que ocurre es que rara vez pienso, entonces, sin darme cuenta, se acumula en mi una multitud de pequenas metamorfosis, y un buen dia se produce una verdadera revolucion. Es lo que ha dado a mi vida este aspecto desconcertante, incoherente. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| c49d91c | What men have in common is not a "nature" but a condition, that is, an ensemble of limits and restrictions: the inevitability of death, the necessity of working for a living, of living in a world already inhabited by other men." | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 85bfab3 | Can you justify your existence then? | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 4c11898 | Alem disso, somos individualmente o produto de forcas que nao escolhemos e que mal compreendemos. Nao escolhemos nossos pais nem a epoca em que nascemos, e assim recebemos uma determinada heranca genetica sobre a qual nao temos controle algum, mas que, ate um ponto significante, tem controle sobre nos. Essa heranca determina, em parte, as doencas a que somos suscetiveis e os limites de nossas capacidades intelectuais, atleticas e morais. Ta.. | Mark Rowlands | ||
| 945921e | Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say -- yes you might say, nature without humanity. | jean-paul mirror nausea sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 118fbc3 | I lean all my weight on the porcelain ledge, I draw my face closer until it touches the mirror. The eyes, nose, and mouth disappear. Nothing is left. Brown wrinkles show on each side of the feverish swelled lips, crevices, mole holes. A silky, white down covers the great slopes of the cheeks, two hairs protrude from the nostrils: it is a geological embossed map. And, in spite of everything, this lunar world is familiar to me. I cannot say I.. | jean-paul map nausea sartre | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| 9e4de35 | I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| d9dc530 | the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder--naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept myself from making the slightest movement, but I didn't need to move in order to | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| afffe62 | Din clipa in care libertatea a facut explozie in sufletul unui om, zeii nu mai pot face nimic impotriva lui. Asta-i o treaba omeneasca, si numai ceilalti oameni - numai ei - au caderea sa-l lase in libertate sau sa-l stringa de git. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| ddb565a | Le bronze... (Il le caresse.) Eh bien, voici le moment. Le bronze est la, je le contemple et je comprends que je suis en enfer. Je vous dis que tout etait prevu. Ils avaient prevu que je me tiendrais devant cette cheminee, pressant ma main sur ce bronze, avec tous ces regards sur moi. Tous ces regards qui me mangent... (ll se retourne brusquement.) Ha! vous n'etes que deux? Je vous croyais beaucoup plus nombreuses. (Il rit.) Alors, c'est ca.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| be63070 | lHqyq@ hy 'n lt`dhyb ykhlq ljldyn | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 4030f6c | La patronne etait la, j'ai du la baiser, mais c'etait bien par politesse. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 64a622d | Mais comme mes regards tombaient sur le bloc de feuilles blanches, je fus saisi par son aspect et je restai, la plume en l'air, a contempler ce papier eblouissant : comme il etait dur et voyant, comme il etait present. Il n'y avait rien en lui que du present. Les lettres que je venais d'y tracer n'etaient pas encore seches et deja elles ne m'appartenaient plus. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 1fffa0c | The pretense, the fiction (for it is scarcely more than that) of an attack on the books of chivalry is kept up throughout; but as the story develops and deepens beyond the author's expectations as well as those of the reader, Don Quixote becomes nothing less than a novelistic treatment of the essential nature of human life and man's greatest metaphysical problem: that of illusion and reality. It is a problem as old as Plato-and a good deal .. | Samuel Putnam | ||
| 143ca0f | I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you? You. But you should not have created me free. | freedom humanity liberty mankind self-determination | Jean-Paul Sartre | |
| cd017b7 | The essential thing is contingency. I mean that one cannot define existence as necessity. To exist is simply to be there; those who exist let themselves be encountered, but you can never deduce anything from them. I believe there are people who have understood this. Only they tried to overcome this contingency by inventing a necessary, causal being. But no necessary being can explain existence: contingency is not a delusion, a probability w.. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 8e933a0 | Le secret douloureux des Dieux et des rois: c'est que les hommes sont libres. Ils sont libres Egisthe. Tu le sais, et ils ne le savent pas. | Jean-Paul Sartre |