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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 73e5dff | You are on your back at the foot of an aspen. In its trembling shade. She at right angles propped on her elbows head between her hands. Your eyes opened and closed have looked in hers looking in yours. In your dark you look in them again. Still. You feel on your face the fringe of her long black hair stirring in the still air. Within the tent of hair your faces are hidden from view. She murmurs, Listen to the leaves. Eyes in each other's ey.. | nature | Samuel Beckett | |
| 4fbacb4 | Oh not that I was ever even incompletely deaf. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| e17c544 | It's all a muddle in my head, graves and nuptials and the different varieties of motion. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 353462b | Let there then be light, it will not necessarily be disastrous. Or let there be none, we'll manage without it. But these lights, in the plural, which rear aloft, swell, sweep down and go out hissing, reminding one of the naja, perhaps the moment has come to throw them into the balance and have done with this tedious equipoise, at last. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 13dcdaf | How difficult it is to speak of the moon and not lose one's head, the witless moon. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| a635d9a | At last I began to think, that is to say to listen harder. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 2e40755 | Delicious instants, before one's eyes get used to the dark. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 7d4e2cb | Are you capable of following me? He did not answer. But I seized his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them, namely, And you, are you capable of leading me? | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 40e7b66 | Press and gloom make recognition difficult. Man and wife are strangers two paces apart to mention only this most intimate of all bonds. Let them move on till they are close enough to touch and then without pausing on their way exchange a look. If they recognize each other it does not appear. Whatever it is they are searching for it is not that. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4063772 | I feel the old dark gathering, the solitude preparing, by which I know myself, and the call of that ignorance which might be noble and is mere poltroonery. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 45ae755 | The inspection once completed it is usual to put everything carefully back in place as far as possible. It is enjoined by a certain ethics not to do unto others what coming from them might give offence. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| e475802 | In a word there seems to be the light of the outer world, of those who know the sun and moon emerge at such an hour and such another plunge again below the surface, and who rely on this, and who know that clouds are always to be expected but sooner or later always pass away, and mine. But mine too has its alterations, I will not deny it, its dusks and dawns, but that is what I say, for I too must have lived, once, out there, and there is no.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 66a1461 | Did they intrude on me here? No, no one has ever intruded on me here. Elsewhere then. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 57d709b | Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything. The horror-worn eyes linger abject on all they have beseeched so long, in a last prayer, the true prayer at last, the one that asks for nothing. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 333ce64 | After all this window is whatever I want it to be, up to a point, that's right, don't compromise yourself. What strikes me to begin with is how much rounder it is than it was, so that it looks like a bull's-eye, or a porthole. No matter, provided there is something on the other side. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 4535fe0 | But the passenger, having named the place he wants to go and knowing himself as helpless to act on the course of events as the dark box that encloses him, abandons himself to the pleasant feeling of being freed from all responsibility, or he ponders on what lies before him, or on what lies behind him, saying, Twill not be ever thus, and then in the same breath, But twas ever thus, for there are not five hundred different kinds of passengers.. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 41b1658 | The fear of falling is the source of many a folly. It is a disaster. I suppose the wisest thing now is to live it over again, meditate upon it and be edified. It is thus that man distinguishes himself from the ape and rises, from discovery to discovery, towards the light. | Samuel Beckett | ||
| 0a4a197 | You weren't born a person of cringe and contraction. You were born as energy, as life, made of the same stuff as stars, blossoms, breezes. You learned contraction to survive, but that was then. You have paid through the nose - paid but good. It is now your turn to reap. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 5ca3a59 | Look at us," he said. His speech was difficult to understand, thick and slow as a warped record. His two friends in the picture had Down's syndrome. All three of them looked extremely pleased with themselves. I admired the picture and then handed it back to him. He stopped, so I stopped, too. He pointed to his own image. "That," he said, "is one cool man." | Anne Lamott | ||
| 5d7d86e | I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 27b45eb | must have been a book--way down there in the slush pile of manuscripts--that somehow slipped out of the final draft of the Bible. That would have been the chapter that dealt with how we're supposed to recover from the criticism session in the Garden, and discover a sense that we're still welcome on the planet. There are moments in Scripture when we hear that God delights in people, and I am incredulous. But they are few and far between. Per.. | Anne Lamott | ||
| b1e65ec | Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It's like .. | literature reading words writing | Anne Lamott | |
| 7aa5344 | Writing can give you what having a baby can give you: it can get you to start paying attention, can help you soften, can wake you up. | Anne Lamott | ||
| c200f79 | Nah. But on the first day of class, when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew these people weren't fooling around.' " Lank" | Anne Lamott | ||
| 37d9d6e | Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 30c4b17 | Tom said either you learn to live with paradox and ambiguity or you'll be 6 years old for the rest of your life. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 9572f52 | I picked up a book on gardens, so I could study flowers and trees and vines in that way, and honest to God, people who read my novel believed that I loved to garden. Sometimes in fact they would start talking shop with me, thinking we could jam away, as gardeners are wont to do, until I let them know that I had only been winging it, with a lot of help from people around me, people who knew a lot more about gardens than I, friends who would .. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 5cdeae0 | I don't think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won't be good enough at it, and I don't think you have time to waste on someone who does not respond to you with kindness and respect. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 735a604 | Let's not get bogged down on whom or what we pray to. let's just say prayer is a communication from our hearts to the great mystery, or Goodness, or Howard; to the animating energy of love we are sometimes bold enough to believe in; to something unimaginably big, and not us. we could call this force Not Me, and Not Preachers Onstage with a Choir of 800. or for convenience we could just say "God"." | Anne Lamott | ||
| 435258a | For somebody to be on a search means he or she is involved with these subversive topics, reading and comparing notes with allies, asking questions, daydreaming, brooding. Even though you have homework to do. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 181190e | I try to write the books I would love to come upon, that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness--and that can make me laugh. When I am reading a book like this, I feel rich and profoundly relieved to be in the presence of someone who will share the truth with me, and throw the lights on a little, and I try to write these kinds of books. Books, for me, are medicine. | Anne Lamott | ||
| dbe04e1 | Just take it bird by bird | Anne Lamott | ||
| 0ed60fc | I tried to cooperate with grace, which is to say, I did not turn on the TV. | Anne Lamott | ||
| f6baa18 | See how the fearful chandelier Trembles above you Each time you open your mouth To sing. Sing. --DONALD JUSTICE | rejoice sing | Anne Lamott | |
| d63ecbc | Sin is not the adult bookstore on the corner. It is the hard heart, the lack of generosity, and all the isms, racism and sexism and so forth. But is there a crack where a ribbon of light might get in, might sneak past all the roadblocks and piles of stones, mental and emotional and cultural? We | Anne Lamott | ||
| f61dd07 | A big heart is both a clunky and a delicate thing; it doesn't protect itself and it doesn't hide. | Anne Lamott | ||
| adc8411 | it may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. | Anne Lamott | ||
| e8e4049 | Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up. I | Anne Lamott | ||
| 6cfa700 | She walked to the front door. 'Hello?' 'Hello,' a woman's voice said. 'Are you a Witness?' 'I swear to God I didn't see a thing. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 624f399 | perfectionism will ruin your writing, blocking inventiveness and playfulness and life force | Anne Lamott | ||
| b529f68 | Gratitude is peace. | Anne Lamott | ||
| fcafbf6 | Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious. | Anne Lamott | ||
| b7ba9f1 | They kind of want to write, but they really want to be published. You'll never get to where you want to be that way, I tell them. | Anne Lamott | ||
| 97b984c | Very few writers really know what they are doing until they've done it. | Anne Lamott |