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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| aedcb7c | The beginning of a novel: start a subject, no matter where, and to have the desire to finish, start with very beautiful phrases. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 59d6406 | Why did Baudelaire -- why does anyone -- write poetry, in the teeth of all the evidence that one wants you to do so? No one wants you to write it and having written it in spite of them, no one wants to read it. Above all, no one wants to pay for it. For better or worse, a poem has a hard time turning into a commodity. | Walter Martin | ||
| d36d2b3 | N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde Ou je hume a long traits le vin du souvenir ? | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| db6c9d2 | lHdhr yj`l lHb mn 'wl nZr@ mstHyl | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 858ba01 | When I was young I lived a constant storm, Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through, So in my garden few red fruits were born, The rain and thunder had so much to do. - | misfortune time | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 50f3fb2 | Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent, Les hiboux se tiennent ranges, Ainsi que des dieux etrangers, Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils meditent. Sans remuer ils se tiendront Jusqu'a l'heure melancolique Ou, poussant le soleil oblique, Les tenebres s'etabliront. Leur attitude au sage enseigne Qu'il faut en ce monde qu'il craigne Le tumulte et le mouvement, L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe Porte toujours le chatiment D'avoir voulu changer de place.. | poems sonnets | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 3a5829d | Ego lego oti e monadike kai upertate edone tou erota egkeitai ste bebaioteta oti kanoume to kako. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| b166b7b | Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| e81b5d1 | Have you sunk into so deep a stupor that you are happy only in your unhappiness? - | unhappiness | Charles Baudelaire | |
| c6f950a | Dejame respirar mucho tiempo, mucho tiempo, el olor de tus cabellos; sumergir en ellos el rostro, como hombre sediento en agua de manantial, y agitarlos con mi mano, como panuelo odorifero, para sacudir recuerdos al aire. !Si pudieras saber todo lo que veo! !Todo lo que siento! !Todo lo que oigo en tus cabellos! Mi alma viaja en el perfume como el alma de los demas hombres en la musica. Tus cabellos contienen todo un ensueno, lleno de velam.. | perfume poesía recuerdos | Charles Baudelaire | |
| d1e88f6 | La Nature est un temple ou de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles ; L'homme y passe a travers des forets de symboles Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers. | french-literature french-poetry poetry symbolism | charles Baudelaire | |
| 8f015dc | Do you know that high fever which invades us in our cold suffering, that aching for a land we do not know, that anguish of curiosity? There is a country which resembles you, where everything is beautiful, sumptuous, authentic, still, where fantasy has built and adorned a western China, where life is sweet to breathe, where happiness is wed to silence. That is where to live, that is where to die!" - Invitation to a Voyage" | golden-age hiraeth imagination longing nostalgia | Charles Baudelaire | |
| cf36739 | On a Parisienne's Bookshelf THERE ARE MANY BOOKS ON A PARISIENNE'S BOOKSHELF: The books you so often claim you've read that you actually believe you have. The books you read in school from which you remember only the main character's name. The art books your parents give you each Christmas so you can get some "culture". The art books that you bought yourself and which you really love. The books that you've been promising yourself you'll re.. | bookshelves paris parisians | Caroline de Maigret | |
| e6fd3a4 | Albert Einstein, considered the most influential person of the 20th century, was four years old before he could speak and seven before he could read. His parents thought he was retarded. He spoke haltingly until age nine. He was advised by a teacher to drop out of grade school: "You'll never amount to anything, Einstein." Isaac Newton, the scientist who invented modern-day physics, did poorly in math. Patricia Polacco, a prolific children's.. | Sean Covey | ||
| 4a296a1 | I wanted to cut for the cut itself, for the delicate severing of capillaries, the transgression of veins. I needed to cut the way your lungs scream for air when you swim the length of the pool underwater in one breath. It was a craving so organic it seemed to have arisen from my skin itself. Imagining the sticky-slick scarlet trails of my own blood soothed me. This | Caroline Kettlewell | ||
| ac61c77 | In those dangerous narrows grew children who knew too much too young but, sadly, always seemed to learn too little too late. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 91acc7c | Uncle Stash said you didn't have to be crazy to to do something stupid, just young. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 1c231de | Read it slow as you can. It's like a fine meal. You don't want to gulp it, but savor it so you can taste it in your memory when you're lone done. | Lori Lansens | ||
| 9aa2553 | It is a terrible thing when it is the substitute that is sent to find a new life, a sign that a person yearns for change but cannot imagine creating it herself.... If scapegoats feel pain, it is only the delegated pain of their originals. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| c261ad0 | Not that pain is the worst thing in the universe. Interesting things happen when you adapt pain for your own. This thing you were prepared to spend your life flinching from is suddenly just another piece of information. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| 781d6d2 | Kris had been alive long enough to know it was dangerous when men accused you of being better than them. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 7c87b90 | Of course, every mother thinks her baby is perfect, but at some point, as her home fills with dead bodies, she has to face facts and admit that the fruit of her womb is a face-eating beast spawned from the deepest recesses of hell. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| f801658 | She didn't expect life to be fair, but did it have to be so relentless? | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 2d15f17 | Here was the other option: the tranquilizing chair. It was always waiting for her. It always wanted her back. It always wanted her to quit again, to sit down and never get back up. In the end, Amy thought, everything always comes down to those two choices: stay down or stand up. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 0ae9d5f | Abby and Gretchen still kept up, but it was phone calls and letters, then postcards and voicemail, and finally emails and Facebook likes. There was no falling-out, no great tragedy, just a hundred thousand trivial moments they didn't share, each one an inch of distance between them, and eventually those inches added up to miles. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 0f9b30a | She had nothing. Except her music. | Grady Hendrix | ||
| 51747b8 | Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret. | Karen Russell | ||
| b33281f | Madness, as I understood it from books, meant a person who was open to the high white whine of everything. | Karen Russell | ||
| d3e208e | It's our suspicion that there's another, better Heaven behind the cumulus screen,' he murmurs into the grass, bending and tearing at a root that tastes beautifully yellow. 'That's the trouble. That's what keeps us trapped here, minds in animals. | Karen Russell | ||
| 4cb8998 | Uncle Fitzy!" the girl yells. "Gingersnap is being bad!" Eisenhower hates it when she calls him Gingersnap. He complains about it with a statesman's pomp: "Gentlemen, there exists no more odious appellation than"--nose crumpling, black lips curling-- "Gingersnap." From " | Karen Russell | ||
| fe2c340 | Kiwi thought back to his first weeks, when insults had been impossible for him. One time he'd called Deemer a troglodyte but his delivery had been tentative and way, way too slow, as if the insult were a fork tenderly entering a steak. | Karen Russell | ||
| ef7f19e | There's something pitiable and terrifying about the unconscious bully. His crumpled nose and hat. ... This is the first true thing that Brauser and I have ever shared, this fear, besides dog-eared songbooks and cafeteria noodles. I wonder, briefly, if I could eat Brauser if it came to that. At this point, we have been alone on the glacier for fourteen minutes. | karen-russell occurrence-00-422 | Karen Russell | |
| 979b9b5 | I had to explain to him Mom's death, which was always hard to do. It felt like killing her again. | Karen Russell | ||
| acfe606 | We keep giggling, happy and nervous, tickled by an incomplete innocence. We both sense that some dark joke is being played on us, even if we can't quite grasp the punch line. | karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| 6037413 | Could we betray our parents by going back to them? | karen-russell st-lucys-home | Karen Russell | |
| dbfd5b3 | On Sundays, the pretending felt almost as natural as nature. The chapel was our favorite place. Long before we could understand what the priest was saying, the music instructed us in how to feel. | karen-russell st-lucys-home | Karen Russell | |
| ef8a1e1 | That was my first clue that love can warp a hierarchy; the whole pyramid got flipped on its head. My pet, because she was mine, was at the top of the chain. I cared for the squirmy swamp rats in the most perfunctory way, with none of the love I felt for my red Seth. | Karen Russell | ||
| fdcc16e | But in a dream I might get to see the part of the swamp where her body washed up, bloated and rippling, or where she escaped to, if the dream was beautiful. | Karen Russell | ||
| 0ce3d00 | Overhead, the glass envelope of the Insomnia Balloon is malfunctioning. It blinks on and off at arrhythmic intervals, making the world go gray:black, gray:black. In the distance, a knot of twisted trees flashes like cerebral circuitry. | sleep-disorders | Karen Russell | |
| 4d3d157 | The same spine that has been inside her since babyhood is hers today, the exact same bones from the womb, a thought that always fills her with a kind of thrilling claustrophobia. So much surface wrapped around that old stem. She watches her hands smear the water droplets on her stomach. It's strange to own anything, Beverly thinks, even your flesh, that nobody outside yourself ever touches or sees. | Karen Russell | ||
| 4530f97 | Some team! The Chief was doing so many jobs alone. I'd fix on the Chief's raw, rope-burned palms or all the gray hairs collected in his sink, and I'd suffer this terrible side pain that Kiwi said was probably an ulcer and Ossie diagnosed as lovesickness. Or rather a nausea produced by the "black fruit" of love--a terror that sprouted out of your love for someone like rotting oranges on a tree branch. Osceola knew all about this black fruit,.. | Karen Russell | ||
| 6382b4e | I believe I met my mother there, in the final instant. Not her ghost but some vaster portion of her, her self boundlessly recharged beneath the water. Her courage. In the cave I think she must have lent me some of it, because the strength I felt then was as huge as the sun. The yellow inside you that makes you want to live. I believe that she was the pulse and bloom that forced me toward the surface. | Karen Russell | ||
| 26119f4 | Even as a young man, Sawtooth had a hard time talking to women. Since moving to Out-to-Sea, he's become tight-lipped as an oyster. But he can feel the worlds pearling on his tongue: Girl, you are my moon. You are the tidal pull that keeps time marching forward. | out-to-sea | Karen Russell | |
| 971149e | Hundreds of our old neighbors, friends, coworkers, and teachers are new insomniacs. They file for dream bankruptcy, appeal for Slumber Corps aid, wait to be approved for a sleep donor. It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams. I believe our mayor is both genuinely concerned for his insomniac constituency, and also pandering to a powerfully desperate new voting block. | Karen Russell |