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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e1abaa1 | Ikenna, I have come to realize, is a man who carries with him the weight of what could have been. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 99f3279 | A young Nigerian woman once told me that she had for years behaved 'like a boy' - she liked football and was bored by dresses - until her mother forced her to stop her 'boyish' interests. Now she is grateful to her mother for helping her start behaving like a girl. The story made me sad. I wondered what parts of herself she had needed to silence and stifle, and I wondered about what her spirit had lost, because what she called 'behaving lik.. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 5f776f4 | She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was her right size. She told him how she very much wanted God to exist but feared He did not, how she worried that she should know what she wanted to do with her life but did not | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 5b267fc | Sometimes, mothers, so conditioned to be all and do all, are complicit in diminishing the role of fathers. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 1f0a10e | But why do we say nothing?" Ujunwa asked. She raised her voice and looked at the others. "Why do we always say nothing?" | racism sexism | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 9dcd9f5 | Just in case this is the last time we hold hands, let's really hold hands. Because a motorcycle or a car can kill us now, or I might see the real man of my dreams down the street and leave you or you might see the real woman of your dreams and leave me. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| 48054a9 | A precious performance, Blaine had called it, in that gently forbearing tone he used when they talked about novels, as though he was sure that she, with a little more time and a little more wisdom, would come to accept that the novels he liked were superior, novels written by young and youngish men and packed with , a fascinating, confounding accumulation of brands and music and comic books and icons, with emotions skimmed over, and each s.. | modern-literature quotes-about-male-writers | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 0246173 | In a healthy relationship, it is the role of whoever can provide to provide. | feminist | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | |
| 1f8df14 | Anger, the tone said, is particularly not good for a woman. If you are a woman, you are not supposed to express anger, because it is threatening. | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie | ||
| b8e2a3f | La duda lo arrasa, lo destruye todo. | Pío Baroja | ||
| 38e28ef | La tragedia de los hombres, decia Shaltiel, no estriba en que los perseguidos y los oprimidos aspiren a liberarse y a hacerse respetar. No. La maldad esta en que los oprimidos, en lo mas profundo de sus corazones, realmente suenan en convertirse en opresores de sus opresores. Los perseguidos anhelan ser perseguidores. Los siervos suenan con ser amos. | Amos Oz | ||
| 491cf1f | Almost everyone traverses their lifespan, from birth to death, with eyes closed. Even you and I, my dear Shmuel. With eyes closed. If we open our eyes for just a moment, a great and terrible cry will burst forth from us and we shall scream and never stop. And if we don't cry out day and night, that's a sign that our eyes are closed. | Amos Oz | ||
| 9ecafb4 | assemble and disperse, everything changes and is transformed, but no-o-othing can ever change from being to not-being. Not even the tiniest hair growing on the tail of some virus. The concept of infinity is indeed open, infinitely open, but at the same time it is also closed and hermetically sealed. Nothing leaves and nothing enters. | Amos Oz | ||
| 392a7d2 | everything, every speck of dust, every drop of water continue to exist eternally, albeit in different forms, except for my soul? | Amos Oz | ||
| 38b4099 | I could imagine his sorrow. My father had a sensual relationship with his books. He loved feeling them, stroking them, sniffing them. He took a physical pleasure in books: he could not stop himself, he had to reach out and touch them, even other people's books. And books then really were sexier than books today: they were good to sniff and stroke and fondle. There were books with gold writing on fragrant, slightly rough leather bindings, th.. | Amos Oz | ||
| ba8fc40 | Precisamos de um senso de justica, mas precisamos tambem de senso comum, de imaginacao, de uma capacidade profunda de imaginar o outro, as vezes de nos colocarmos na pele do outro. Precisamos da capacidade racional de nos comprometer e, as vezes, de fazer sacrificios e concessoes. p. 53 | Amos Oz | ||
| e76e687 | Kad sam bio dijete, nadao sam se da cu kad odrastem postati knjiga. Ne knjizevnik, nego knjiga. Ljude se moze pobiti kao mrave, pa ni knjizevnike nije tesko ubiti. Ali za knjigu, cak i ako je sustavno uniste, postoji sansa da se neki primjerak spasio i da ce nastaviti zivjeti na polici, zivjeti nijemim zivotom na nekoj od zaboravljenih polica u nekoj zabacenoj knjiznici, u Rejkjaviku, Valladolidu ili Vancouveru. | Amos Oz | ||
| 9bb6e1f | Govoria za tikho, ne za bezm'lvie. | Amos Oz | ||
| 32592f9 | The day life appeared on Earth, death appeared with it. | Amos Oz | ||
| ecc3262 | Sounds of four o'clock in the morning come to him through the window: the swish of a sprinkler on the lawn, broken cries of alarm from a parked car that can no longer bear its loneliness, the low weeping of a man in the next-door apartment, on the other side of the wall, the shriek of a nightbird nearby that can perhaps already see what is hidden from you and me. | Amos Oz | ||
| 0713e66 | Closing your eyes to the cruelty of life is, in my opinion, both stupid and sinful. There's very little we can do about it. So we have to at least acknowledge it. | Amos Oz | ||
| db0cad8 | lqr~ lsy~ y'ty w yTlbny b'n 'qshWr mn 'jlh lktb ldhy ktbth. yjy lyW ky yTlbny b'n 'lqy 'n bydyW, mn 'jlh, l~ brmyl lnfyt `nby w 'n 'qdm lyh lnw~... `wd@ l~ mjmw`@ lmwnwlwj lqdym, lmtakl, lmbtdhl, l~ mjmw`@ lklyshyht ljf@ lty y`rfh lqr~ lsy~ kGyrh, mndh 'md b`yd w ldhlk fhw yrtH lh w bh fqT: lshkhSyt lty fy lktb hy bkl t'kyd lktb nfsh 'w jyrnh, w lktb w jyrnh km yZhr lysw " Hmy'm byD", whm fsdwn qdhrwn mthln jmy`an. b`d ltqshyr Ht~ l`Zm ytDH.. | Amos Oz | ||
| 67830b0 | my life too would become a new song, a life as pure and straightforward and simple as a glass of water on a hot day. | Amos Oz | ||
| f043e80 | They taught us always to respect other peoples: every man is made in the image of God, even if he has a tendency to forget it. | Amos Oz | ||
| f92872d | after two thousand years we've established a state so as to have someone to steal from. | Amos Oz | ||
| 065f207 | Papa used to say that wealth is a sin and poverty is a punishment but that God apparently wants there to be no connection between the sin and the punishment. One man sins and another is punished. That's how the world is made. | sin | Amos Oz | |
| 7611afd | have never once in my life seen a fanatic with a sense of humor. AMOS OZ | Jonas Jonasson | ||
| 9c145fe | No hay distancia mas grande que el espacio entre dos mentes. | Enrique Vila-Matas | ||
| a8c5ca7 | Lo mas terrible de todo es saber en que consiste esta miserable vida y, pese a todo, y con la mayor alevosia, tener hijos. Se necesita mucho cinismo, valor y crueldad para una cosa de ese estilo. | Enrique Vila-Matas | ||
| 026ed20 | Personas de gran exigencia intelectual y potentisima inteligencia son hoy plenamente conscientes de que su destino en la vida --explicar lo que han entendido y que los otros no comprenden o no quieren ver-- no sirve para nada porque a los otros ni les incumbe ni lo comprenden ni lo quieren saber. | enrique-vila-matas intelectuales | Enrique Vila-Matas | |
| 9ceaab1 | Cene con los cretinos, escritores funcionarios de mierda, muertos. Esa raza de escritores, imitadores de lo ya hecho y gente absolutamente falta de ambicion literaria, aunque no de ambicion economica, son una plaga mas perniciosa incluso que la plaga de los directores editoriales que trabajan con entusiasmo contra lo literario. (...) Aquella reunion no tenia nada de simpatica ni de exotica ni de original. Era en realidad un congreso literar.. | Enrique Vila-Matas | ||
| d7c02b5 | The difficulty in making sense of even simple speech is well appreciated by computer scientists who struggle to create machines that can respond to natural language. Their frustration is illustrated by a possibly apocryphal story of the early computer that was given the task of translating the homily ,,The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." into Russian and then back to English. According to the story, it came out: ,,The vodka is str.. | Leonard Mlodinow | ||
| 4e92c39 | A dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself | Leonard Mlodinow | ||
| f3b1563 | Robert Frost wrote in 1914, "Why abandon a belief / Merely because it ceases to be true." | Leonard Mlodinow | ||
| 289dbc0 | Mind the faeries," Brian said with a grin. "Christ, it's been years since I stepped into a country wood. Roarke, do you remember when we skinned those Germans in the hotel, then hid out for two days with travelers in the wood down in Wexford till the heat was off?" "Jesus, I'm standing right here," Eve pointed out. "Cop." "There was that girl," Brian continued, unabashed. "Ah, the sultry beauty. And no matter how I tried to charm her, she o.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| a597f0c | They were like two poor little leaves in a storm which bore death and annihilation not only to the heads of individuals, but to whole towns and entire tribes. What hand could snatch it and save two small, defenseless children? | doubt suspence | Henryk Sienkiewicz | |
| 261095f | They did not, however, infect the air as the Sudanese sun dried them up like mummies; all had the hue of gray parchment, and were so much alike that the bodies of the Europeans, Egyptians, and negroes could not be distinguished from each other. | humanity war | Henryk Sienkiewicz | |
| 7936bfa | Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned. | fright suspence wilderness | Henryk Sienkiewicz | |
| 85dfba3 | If you consider yourself a superior type, or even if you be such, let me tell you that the sum total of such superiority, is socially, a minus quantity." I" | Henryk Sienkiewicz | ||
| 0aac4fc | He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep.. | death-and-dying desert doubt hopelessness sahara | Henryk Sienkiewicz | |
| 8f75736 | Why does crime, even when as powerful as Caesar, and assured of being beyond punishment, strive always for the appearances of truth, justice, and virtue? Why does it take the trouble? | Henryk Sienkiewicz | ||
| 2a7151c | Numai moartea e o forta la fel de absoluta, dar in lupta de veacuri dintre aceste doua puteri, dragostea este cea care ia moartea de gat, ii pune genunchiul in piept, o bate ziua si noaptea, o invinge in fiecare primavara, o urmareste pas cu pas si-n fiecare groapa pe care aceasta o sapa, dragostea arunca samanta unei vieti noi. | fight ideal inspirational love | Henryk Sienkiewicz | |
| 356fd52 | It is our custom to consume the person we love. Taboo flesh: swollen genitalia nipples the scrotum the vulva the soles of the feet the palm of the hand heart and liver taste best. Cannibalism is blessed. I'll wear your jawbone round my neck listen to your vertebrae bone tapping bone in my wrists. I'll string your fingers round my waist - what a rigorous embrace. Over my heart I'll wear a brooch with a lock of hair. Nights I'll sleep cradlin.. | Gloria E. Anzaldúa | ||
| b8606e9 | Companera, cuando amabamos (for Juanita Ramos and other spik dykes) ?Volveran, campanera, esas tardes sordas Cuando nos amabamos tiradas en las sombras bajo otono? Mis ojos clavados en tu mirada Tu mirada que siempre retiraba al mundo Esas tardes cuando nos acostabamos en las nubes Mano en mano nos paseabamos por las calles Entre ninos jugando handball Vendedores y sus sabores de carne chamuzcada. La gente mirando nuestras manos Nos pescaba.. | poetry queer sapphic | Gloria E. Anzaldúa |