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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 8ca0a92 | Now, old and dying or dead already, and we have mostly acclimatized to the absurdity of daily life in the fourth decade of the twenty-first century, although occasionally we regress and rant. To journals. | Blake Crouch | ||
| b0d5cb0 | When your world falls apart, cling to the familiar. | Blake Crouch | ||
| e23d5f8 | The man behind the divan stood up, the machine pistol quivering in his grasp. There was a flash, Abigail thinking he'd pulled the trigger, the walls of the sitting area lighting up, the snow glinting. It went dark again. Muffled thunder rolled through the basin, shook the chandelier, the weakened floor trembling beneath her feet. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 9b9dfa8 | Are you with them?" he whispered again. "With who?" Abigail asked. "The men in masks. There were--Get back!" he yelled and Abigail saw the machine pistol shift to her father." | Blake Crouch | ||
| 5d77223 | His experience, there was darkness everywhere human beings gathered. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 660a422 | In high school, in college, she was encouraged again and again to find her passion-a reason to get out of bed and breathe. In her experience, few people ever found that raison d'etre. What teachers and professors never told her was about the dark side of finding your purpose. The part where it consumes you. Where it becomes a destroyer of relationship and happiness. And still, she wouldn't trade it. This is the only person she knows how to.. | life-lessons passions purpose | Blake Crouch | |
| adbe6e8 | If you want to understand the world, you have to start by understanding--truly understanding--how we experience it. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 63876c2 | He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past. --GEORGE ORWELL, 1984 | Blake Crouch | ||
| 9e78d68 | Which is all to say maybe it's just being alive at a baseball game on a fall day in the heart of her city. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 12a53b8 | If he did this to you, he would have rationalized it somehow. That's how decent people justify bad behavior. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 026a7d0 | What if our worldline is just one of an infinite number of worldlines, some only slightly altered from the life we know, others drastically different? The Many-Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics posits that all possible realities exist. That everything which has a probability of happening is happening. Everything that might have occurred in our past did occur, only in another universe. What if that's true? What if we live in a fifth.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| b86bd8f | Some people find the cravenness to lose entire years of their childhood. They tuck things into their subconscious so that it only eats them away a little at a time, in small, painless bites. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 371a035 | was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the base of his skull--the distant thunder of an approaching migraine. He rolled onto his side and pushed up into a sitting position, tucking his head between his knees. Sensed the instability of the world long before he opened his eyes, like its axis had been cut loose to teeter. His first deep breath felt like someone driving a steel wedge between the ribs high o.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| ff77e45 | I've seen so many versions of you. With me. Without me. Artist. Teacher. Graphic designer. But it's all, in the end, just life. We see it macro, like one big story, but when you're in it, it's all just day-to-day, right? And isn't that what you have to make your peace with? | Blake Crouch | ||
| f88cc60 | He curled up, twitching and spasming, the pain stormtrooping through his entire body in agonizing, dizzying, pounding waves. He vomited, but it wasn't the contents of his stomach. It his stomach, hanging inside-out from a slimy loop of esophagus, spilling out the precious blood he'd been digesting. Even with everything going on, the smell of blood activated his biting reflex, and he chomped down on his own regurgitated organs, screaming.. | horror real-vampires vampires | Blake Crouch | |
| 6dffd32 | We perceive our environment in three dimensions, but we don't actually live in a 3-D world. 3-D is static. A snapshot. We have to add a fourth dimension to begin to describe the nature of our existence. The 4-D tesseract doesn't add a spatial dimension. It adds a temporal one. It adds time, a stream of 3-D cubes, representing space as it moves along time's arrow. This is best illustrated by looking up into the night sky at stars whose brill.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| deda3e1 | Like standing on a beach as the tide sucks the sand beneath my feet back out to sea, I can feel my native world, and the reality that supports it, pulling away. I wonder: If I don't fight hard enough against it, will this reality slowly click in and carry me off? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 4a59536 | In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 201dd79 | So we all embark wondering what lies over the horizon, what's around the next bend. And isn't that, in the end, what drives us? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 1eed831 | There was simply nothing in his experience that even compared with the thrill of killing to protect his family. In this moment, it was the purpose of his existence. He felt, possibly for the first time in his life, like a fucking man. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 40160ef | He thinks perhaps there's a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases. | memory sci-fi science-fiction time | Blake Crouch | |
| b49173a | How would one publish a living book, whose stories never ended? | Blake Crouch | ||
| 730df2d | But on a night like this, of a restless mind and dreams of ghosts, time feels secondary to the true prime mover--memory. Perhaps memory is fundamental, the thing from which time emerges. | Blake Crouch | ||
| ceef331 | Most astrophysicists believe that the force holding stars and galaxies together--the thing that makes our whole universe work--comes from a theoretical substance we can't measure or observe directly. Something they call dark matter. And this dark matter makes up most of the known universe. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 583480a | All your life you're told you're unique. An individual. That no one on the planet is just like you. It's humanity's anthem. But that isn't true for me anymore. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2ebaa2b | Wind rips through the crags a thousand feet above, nothing moving in this godforsaken town, and the mule skinner knows that something is wrong. Two miles south stands Bartholomew Packer's mine, the Godsend, a twenty-stamp mill that should be filling this box canyon with the thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them--Christma.. | Blake Crouch | ||
| bda738e | We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft. | children love marriage parallel-universes science thriller | Blake Crouch | |
| 41a848b | Life is nothing how he expected it would be when he was young and living under the delusion that things could be controlled. Nothing can be controlled. Only endured. | Blake Crouch | ||
| 2a7229d | When every memory contains a universe, what does simple even mean? | Blake Crouch | ||
| b1aab11 | There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here? | travel-writing | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | |
| 817076b | When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| b95794c | The desire forcontinuity of being-loved-alone seems to me "the error bred in the bone" of man. For "there is no one-and-only, as a friend of mine once said in a similar discussion, "there are just one-and-only moments." | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 99701e9 | The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone. How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement, or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical, or strange. What.. | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 97afcd2 | We tend not to choose the unknown which might be a shock or a disappointment or simply a little difficult to cope with. And yet it is the unknown with all its disappointments and surprises that is the most enriching. In so many ways this | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 9ca833e | I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair. | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 4ac7d3c | Charles Morgan describes as "the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still." -- | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| 1914a5f | I had the feeling, when the thoughts first clarified on paper, that my experience was very different from other people's. (Are we all under this illusion?) | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| af1f311 | Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach--waiting for a gift from the sea. | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | ||
| d9df290 | It is not the desert island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the people you love. It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. | detachment loneliness lost wilderness | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | |
| f854a04 | One person can make a difference. A huge difference. Consider what a solitary individual may accomplish: In 1645 one vote gave Oliver Cromwell control of England. In 1649 one vote cost Charles I of England his life, causing him to be executed. In 1776 one vote gave America the English language instead of the German language. In 1839 one vote elected Mark Morgan governor of Massachusetts. In 1845 one vote brought Texas into the Union. In 186.. | David Jeremiah | ||
| b683db5 | The new era began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared for victory or death against the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame; three hundred thousand men, summoned to rise against the tyrants of the earth, rose from all the varying soils of France, as if the dragon's teeth had been sown broadcast, and had yielded fruit equ.. | Charles Dickens | ||
| 868a280 | It is a bad year for kings," said Gondy, shaking his head; "look at England, madame." "Yes; but fortunately we have no Oliver Cromwell in France," replied the Queen. "Who knows?" said Gondy; "such men are like thunderbolts--one recognized them only when they have struck." | Alexandre Dumas | ||
| e36df32 | How many worlds make up a life! | Carol Drinkwater | ||
| 387f2ae | Be glad in the Lord and receive willingly from His Hand all that he designs for my holiness - both painful and pleasant. | John Piper |