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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| af317b2 | No debo preocuparme --dijo ella--. Mientras hay vida, hay esperanza. --Que idea tan terrible | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| a9037a4 | La valentia de ella, al fin y al cabo, no era otra cosa que su determinacion por sobrevivir. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 2911eb2 | Um bom livro e o precioso sangue vital de um espirito mestre, embalsamado e entesourado de proposito para uma vida para la da vida. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 9898fbe | Annie - although she also knew that those who don't speak have to pay it off in thinking - was resolved on silence. Whatever happened, and after all she was obliged to see Mr brooks two or three times every day, though she by no means looked forward to it, feeling herself more truly alive when she could picture him steadily without seeing him - whatever happened, he needn't know how daft she was. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| a8c51c8 | Her view of the world was that it divided into 'exterminators' and 'exterminatees'. She would say: 'I am drawn to people who seem to have been born defeated or even profoundly lost.' She was a humorous writer with a tragic sense of life. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 2d9fdda | Opportunity, after all, is only another word for temptation. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 2806ae4 | Not to succeed in one thing is to fail in all.' Far more frightening than any poltergeist is the spectre of loneliness in old age. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| f7fdfbb | She had once seen a heron flying across the estuary and trying, while it was on the wing, to swallow an eel which it had caught. The eel, in turn, was struggling to escape from the gullet of the heron and appeared a quarter, a half, or occasionally three-quarters of the way out. The indecision expressed by both creatures was pitiable. They had taken on too much. | struggle success | Penelope Fitzgerald | |
| e57e120 | He said, aloud, 'The external world is the world of shadows. It throws its shadows into the kingdom of light. How different they will appear when this darkness is gone and the shadow-body has passed away. The universe, after all, is within us. The way leads inward, always inwards. | meditation | Penelope Fitzgerald | |
| 34a4cea | Broadcasting House was in fact dedicated to the strangest project of the war, or of any war, that is, telling the truth. Without prompting, the BBC had decided that truth was more important than consolation, and, in the long run, would be more effective. And yet there was no guarantee of this. Truth ensures trust, but not victory, or even happiness. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| bc36d6e | Let's say that matters hadn't gone quite right with you, I mean personal matters, would you be able to find words to say exactly what was wrong?' 'I'm afraid so, yes, I would.' 'That might be useful, of course.' 'Like manufacturers' instructions. In case of failure, try words. | Penelope Fitzgerald | ||
| 05bf047 | of all psychic conditions, anxiety verging upon paranoia/hysteria is perhaps the most contagious, even among men. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| c38dd18 | I could wish that I had recourse to the Prince of Darkness & his quick ways of revenge; | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 6ea7b39 | A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons--Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy. Josiah | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 2724af4 | Se voce nao quer correr o risco. Talvez seja melhor nao jogar nada. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 5ab0c9e | I think we are all cats with nine lives, or even more. We must rejoice in our elusive catness. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| f1dfa2e | She could feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder's excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man's touch, but Katya forced herself to remain still, politely unresisting. In Mr. Kidder's eyes, which brimmed with moisture, Katya saw such tenderness for her, such desire, or love, she felt that her throat might close, she might begin to cry. Gravely Mr. Kidder lowe.. | age-difference joyce-carol-oates | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 64acf07 | Leander was swaggering and charismatic as a rap star, Maralena gorgeous as the singer whose name I didn't know how to pronounce--Beyonce. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 32c08a0 | Lionel turned his thoughts eagerly inward, to discover that inward was perilous, too; his soul was a sort of curved reflective surface that distorts, as in a funhouse mirror, the face of one peering into it. You might be anyone, any face. The face is mere skin. Accident. He seemed at such times to be approaching a profound yet unspeakable truth: that our identities are accidents. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 7ad9c49 | so too, her glazed ceramics and her macrame are interchangeable with those executed by her women friends in the area, who take courses at the Mill Brook Valley Arts Co-op and whose houses are gradually filling with their creations, like ships gradually sinking beneath the weight of ever-more cargo. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| a9f01ab | Maidstone exerts a curious spell upon the observer: suggesting, in its somewhat blunt, foursquare architecture, and its towering chimneys and exceptionally tall, narrow, and "brooding" windows, frequently kept shuttered, an unusual blend of the funereal and the sublime. As" -- | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 637d83f | A familiar story, Marya instructs herself--a woman yearning to be completed in a man, by way of a man. As if she hadn't a soul of her own. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 231d38b | The best part of being a nanny, Katya thought, was reading children's books aloud to enraptured children like Tricia, for no one had read such books aloud to her when she'd been a little girl. There hadn't been such books in the Spivak household on County Line Road, nor would there have been any time for such interludes. | literature novella | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| 43c32ec | Of all miracles, none is more daunting than normal. To be--to become--normal. This gift seemingly so ordinary is not a gift given to all who seek it. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 2cc5c68 | If this was a flirtation -- and it felt like a flirtation -- it was like no other flirtation in Katya's experience: with a man old enough to be her grandfather? | age-difference joyce-carol-oates | Joyce Carol Oates | |
| d242721 | I will be the clinician of my own pathology. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| ea73191 | you had to have a deep, mysterious soul to want to destroy yourself. The shallower you are, the safer. Colborne | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| e970bbe | If [the heavyweights] become champions they begin to have inner lives like Hemingway or Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy or Faulkner, Joyce or Melville or Conrad or Lawrence or Proust...Dempsey was alone and Tunney could never explain himself and Sharkey could never believe himself nor Schmeling nor Braddock, and Carnera was sad and Baer an indecipherable clown; great heavyweights like Louis had the loneliness of the ages in their silence, and men like.. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| aed008c | VERY ODD, HOWEVER, Annabel was beginning to feel, how the stranger continued to hold the hand-sickle, at his side; now he'd turned to her, seeing her, yet without an air of surprise, as if he'd known she was there, observing him; he smiled, in a rapt sort of silence, as no gentleman would ever do, in fact; as if he and Annabel Slade had met by chance in a public place, or in some dimension in which the sexes might "meet" impersonally, like .. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| a24f80c | For his part, the stranger was drifting in Annabel's direction, yet not very deliberately. As if, in some way, he were being drawn to her, by some (unconscious) motion or motive of Annabel herself. Why | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| fbaebea | While Annabel possessed the sylphid grace of a fairy-tale princess, unstudied and seemingly spontaneous, yet with a dreamy air, Willy presented a dramatic contrast: brash, brusque, heavy-jawed, with eyes that engaged too directly, and too often ironically. Willy's considerable charm was at first obscured, to the superficial eye, by a certain stolidity in her figure, as in her character. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 9a9b252 | Willy was more forceful, as Annabel seemed to glide; | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| d6592de | aunque si puedo aceptar la proposicion segun la cual la vida es una metafora del boxeo --en uno de esos combates que siguen y siguen, asalto tras asalto, jabs o golpes rapidos, golpes errados, enganches, ninguna certidumbre, de nuevo la campana y de nuevo tu y tu adversario, en pelea tan pareja que es imposible no ver que tu adversario eres tu: ?y por que esta lucha en una plataforma elevada y cerrada por cuerdas como un corral, bajo luces .. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| b2ad878 | went out for sports as others did, in an affable herd. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| f5d9a51 | grip of Paradox. A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons--Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 123a03f | Las masas se venden por un salario, los capitalistas son unos hijos de puta que te seccionan la yugular, recogen tu sangre en frascos y la venden al mejor postor, la religion es el opio de las masas y las iglesias son empresas capitalistas organizadas para hacer dinero y asegurarse poder e influencia. Por supuesto, las leyes favorecen a los ricos y a los poderosos, el poder solo desea engendrar mas poder de la misma manera que el capiral so.. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 413cbe8 | For The Accursed is intended as a work of inquiring moral complexity, and not a "sensationalist" rehashing of an old, dread scandal far better left to molder in the grave!" | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| fcbc95b | But this controversy did not involve the corporal who refused to give thought to what his life had become as a case. God did not think of a man as a case. For a case is to be solved--and a man cannot be solved. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 2a19944 | He told Neal he was in poor condition these days but he swam better than Neal, who'd gained ten or fifteen pounds since his marriage, and Enid, falling behind the men, wondered how it felt to have inhabited your body, your very flesh, as a weapon - If you ever got over it, were able to forget. The quick swing of the arms, the power of the fists to hurt - did you ever forget? She wondered did her uncle see other people in opposition to him,.. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 6e66306 | Asked by a journalist how he had felt after an unsuccessful election, Abraham Lincoln said, Like a little boy who stubbed his toe in the dark, he was too old to cry but it hurt too much to laugh. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| adca896 | On the Decker bus she often gave up her seat to older passengers or to women with young children, she was nervously alert to the needs or near-needs of other people. It pleased and excited her to see the space she'd occupied taken, the emptiness where she had been so readily filled in. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| e609501 | Now the broken-off parts of her life, the fragments, bits, puzzle pieces, began to fall into place, to assemble themselves, as invariably they do once we are under the enchantment of Death. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 13519df | If Hannah knew where he was! - frankly eyeing a hatcheck girl his faughter Geraldine's age, noting her legs in black patterned stockings, her feet in black stiletto-heeled shoes, feeling the first dim stirrings of desire so faint and so sad it was like hearing a telephone ringing and ringing in a distant room you couldn't hope to get to and if you did the call wouldn't be for you. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 4cbd0db | The hat-check girl wore her hair in a schoolgirl pageboy so you were meant to think of Dorothy Collins - all innocence, wide-eyed and breathless - but this was mock-innocent and she knew her business, a narrow waist and shapely hips, lovely full breasts thrust out and upward inside the black satin bodice probably by one of those wired contraptions Howard Hughes had allegedly invented, the strapless brassiere a marvel of American know-how de.. | Joyce Carol Oates |