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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f797fb5 | Deep one night he was trimming his nose that would never walk again into sunlight atop living legs, busily feeling every hair with a Rotex rotary nostril clipper as if to make his nostrils as bare as a monkey's, when suddenly a man, perhaps escaped from the mental ward in the same hospital or perhaps a lunatic who happened to be passing, with a body abnormally small and meagre for a man save only for a face as round as a Dharma's and covere.. | weird | Kenzaburō Ōe | |
| 0cc1647 | If I gave you enough time, you'd count off a hundred and one complexes in defense of your own impotence. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 6fd445f | He wondered if the humanity could be restored to their relationship after coition this inhuman | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 20b6025 | He was performing the role of the young husband who has been visited by sudden misfortune. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| ba29db7 | In the swift wounding of his own flesh on a bewildering impulse from the hot, pitch-black core of himself he had felt a deep joy which was not only unperceived by the hoodlums surrounding him but which he himself was not even conscious of as joy. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| b57f4e5 | His eyes made me shudder. They were bloodshot as though with fever, burning with a yellowish luster as of resin, raw. A beast in rut, having expended itself on impulse in a frenzy of sexual excess, is still rocked by aftershocks of desire. The period of wild activity is meant to give way at once to inaction and lethargy, but deep inside the body something continues to rage. From the look in my son's eyes he was being devoured from the insid.. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 3569632 | Ostoso e seirena etan gi' auton ena kinoumeno antikeimeno: plesiaze apo kapoia apostase, emene gia ligo kai apomakrunotan. Tora e seirena etan ena me auton, san arrostia pou ten koubalouse mesa tou. Aute e seirena den tha apomakrunotan pote. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 208c2ee | Se poia kategoria nekron tha katetasses, tha kategorouses kai tha katadikazes ena moro me leitourgies phutou, pou eikhe pethanei te stigme pou eikhe gennethei; | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 620133d | Like Apollinaire, my son was wounded on a dark and lonely battlefield that I have never seen, and he has arrived with his head in bandages. I'll have to bury him like a soldier who died at war. Bird continued to cry. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 2c99cbd | Nelle tenebre profonde del sotterraneo, agitate da vorticosi mulinelli di vento, vidi gli occhi di un gatto morente, un gatto maschio tigrato che avevo tenuto da quando ero studente fino al mio matrimonio e fino al periodo in cui mia moglie stava per rimanere incinta: ricordavo i suoi occhi dallo sfortunato giorno in cui lo vidi, investito da una auto, con qualcosa simile a una mano rossa che gli spuntava tra le zampe. Gli occhi di un vecch.. | Kenzaburō Ōe | ||
| 86cf631 | Ogni volta che si spostano, due partner, se la loro attenzione e ancora rivolta l'uno verso l'altra, cominciano a vedersi in modo diverso, perche le personalita non hanno un unico immutabile colore, come il bianco o il blu, ma sono come schermi illuminati, e le sfumature che proiettiamo dipendono da cio che ci circonda. | Mohsin Hamid | ||
| 422c128 | Spongy April. | April | ||
| 9e4f0e7 | Sweet April's tears,Dead on the hem of May | April | ||
| 5231043 | No! !No hay tal cosa!" -negaba con la cabeza-. "Si Dios no existiera, el hombre no podria soportar la monotonia de ese mar, esa frialdad siniestra...". "Pero si por un imposible... Solo es un imposible, por supuesto..." -Ahora era otra voz la que retumbaba en un rincon profundo de mi ser- "Si, por un imposible, Dios no existiera...". Era una fantasia aterradora. Si Dios no existiera, !que ridiculo resultaba todo! Si no existiera, !que drama.. | Shūsaku Endō | ||
| 5a6ff0d | To help others is the way of Buddha and the teaching of Christianity - in this point the two religions are the same. What matters is weather or not you walk the path of truth." "That is not God. It is like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. At first it is certainly a butterfly, but the next day only the externals, the wings and the trunk, are those of a butterfly; it has lost it's true reality and has become a skeleton." -- | Shūsaku Endō | ||
| 9a0b7fb | At night as he lay in bed with his eyes closed listening to the song of the turtledove in the trees, behind his closed eyelids he would pass through every scene in the life of Christ. From childhood the face of Christ had been for him the fulfillment of his every dream and ideal. The face of Christ as he preached to the crowd the Sermon on the Mount. The face of Christ as he passed over the Lake of Galilee at dusk. Even in its moments of te.. | Shūsaku Endō | ||
| 75b71ea | Just as with all interpersonal relationships in our life, we are made to suffer by those things we have chosen and, in confronting our choices, we gradually discover ourselves. | Shūsaku Endō | ||
| 4dbf231 | For the first time in her life Tomoe came to the realization that there are fools and fools. A man who loves others with an open-hearted simplicity, who trusts others, no matter who they are, even if he is deceived or even betrayed-- such a man in the present-day world is bound to be written off as a fool. And so he is. But not just an ordinary fool. He is a wonderful fool. He is a wonderful fool who will never allow the little light which .. | love | Shūsaku Endō | |
| 0222845 | My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast ! I will sing and make melody ! Awake my soul ! Awake, O harp and lyre ! I will awake the dawn. >> In childhood these words had always risen in his mind when he watched the wind blow over the blue sky and through the trees ; but that was a time when God was not as now an object of fear and perplexity but one who was near to the earth, giving harmony and living joy. | shusaku-endo silence | Shūsaku Endō | |
| 919ca34 | How did the cowardly disciples come by their sturdy faith after Jesus died? How did a man so ineffectual in this world, who had upset the dreams of his own disciples, come then to be divinized by these same disciples? These two questions forever entangle people who read the Bible, yet the biblical scholars, with their theories of form-criticism or of reductionism, hardly so much as allude to these questions. | Shūsaku Endō | ||
| 4eb6b60 | Sweet April showersDo bring May flowers. | April | ||
| 6624823 | When you want to fool the world, tell the truth. | April Fools' Day | ||
| 41ac0c2 | The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year. | April Fools' Day | ||
| 8696674 | the gospel writers for whom history was not a matter of uncovering facts, but of revealing truths. | Reza Aslan | ||
| ad53715 | Tas duvarlar degildir zindani zindan yapan, Ya da demir parmakliklar kafesi yaratan. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 111df4f | Nothing ever seems interesting when it belongs to you--only when it doesn't. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| d1935e3 | The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Oft.. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 56eb911 | I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting--something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| e7d470d | It was one thing to talk about being by yourself, doing important things, but quite another when the opportunity arose. The characters in the stories she read always seemed to go off without a thought or care, but in real life--well, the world was a dangerous place. People were always telling her so. And she would not be able to manage without protection. They were always telling her that, too. No one ever said precisely what it was that sh.. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 356805a | They had come to the edge of the wood now, with no sign of slowing their rapid jog. The road, where it angled across the meadow, was just ahead, dazzling white in the open sunlight. And there, standing on the road, was the man from the night before, the man in the yellow suit, his black hat on his head. Discovering him, seeing his surprise, and presented at once with choices, Winnie's mind perversely went blank. Instead of crying out for h.. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 345fa48 | For the wood was full of light, entirely different from the light she was used to. It was green and amber and alive, quivering in splotches on the padded ground, fanning into sturdy stripes between the tree trunks. There were little flowers she did not recognize, white and palest blue; and endless, tangled vines; and here and there a fallen log, half rotted but soft with patches of sweet green-velvet moss. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| a130237 | Sitting relaxed with his back against the trunk was a boy, almost a man. And he seemed so glorious to Winnie that she lost her heart at once. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 2bb70ee | He bent and put his lips to the spurt, drinking noiselessly, and then he sat up again and drew his shirt sleeve across his mouth. As he did this, he turned his face in her direction--and their eyes met. For a long moment they looked at each other in silence, the boy with his arm still raised to his mouth. Neither of them moved. At last his arm fell to his side. "You may as well come out," he said, with a frown." | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| ece657b | Mae Tuck, and her husband, and Miles and Jesse, too, had all looked exactly the same for eighty-seven years. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 1b78b9c | Now, remember Winifred, don't bite your fingernails. Don't interrupt when someone else is speaking, and don't go down to the jailhouse at midnight to change places with Prisoners | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 247e727 | Egy dolog, amikor az ember arrol beszel, hogy szeretne egyedul lenni, nagy hordereju tetteket veghezvinni, de mas tal teszta, amikor a lehetoseg megadatik. A konyvekben, amiket olvasott, a hosok szemmel lathatolag minden aggodalom nelkul vagtak neki a nagyvilagnak, de a valosagban - nos, a vilag egy veszelyes hely. Mindig ezt mondtak neki. Es hogy segitseg nelkul nem boldogulna. Ezt is mindig elmondtak. Soha senki nem reszletezte, hogy mi a.. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 5e04e00 | Nera gyvenimo be mirties. Taigi mes negalime sakyti, kad gyvename. Mes tiesiog 'esame'... | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| fc87288 | He looked solid, like an oar, whereas Jesse--well, she decided, Jesse was like water: thin, and quick. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 68c49aa | She had wanted to cough as soon as it occurred to her that she mustn't, and she passed a long hour trying to swallow away the tickle that perversely constricted her throat. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 7a017ce | And then his throat closed. For it was there. He had wanted it to be there, but now that he saw it, he was overcome with sadness. | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 6ca0fa2 | thin | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 85481e2 | red and pink and orange, | Natalie Babbitt | ||
| 813446e | The most obvious symptoms of an epoch-making system are the misunderstandings and the awkward conduct of its adversaries. | Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel | ||
| 7b2bd22 | Quien piensa abstractamente? El hombre inculto, no el culto. | pensar | Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel |