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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4557aea | These fruits are ripe, dipped in fire, Cooked and tested here on earth. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| c8b0923 | es sei nicht immer Tag und auch nicht Nacht. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| fb22005 | Dass ein liebendes Volk in des Vaters Armen gesammelt, Menschlichfreudig, wie sonst, und Ein Geist allen gemein sei. Aber weh! es wandelt in Nacht, es wohnt, wie im Orkus, Ohne Gottliches unser Geschlecht. Ans eigene Treiben Sind sie geschmiedet allein und sich in der tosenden Werkstatt Horet jeglicher nur und viel arbeiten die Wilden Mit gewaltigem Arm, rastlos, doch immer und immer Unfruchtbar, wie die Furien, bleibt die Muhe der Armen. B.. | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| 1577ea0 | Halfte des Lebens Mit gelben Birnen hanget Und voll mit wilden Rosen Das Land in den See, Ihr holden Schwane, Und trunken von Kussen Tunkt ihr das Haupt Ins heilignuchterne Wasser. Weh mir, wo nehm' ich, wenn Es Winter ist, die Blumen, und wo Den Sonnenschein, Und Schatten der Erde? Die Mauern stehn | Friedrich Hölderlin | ||
| f8f960d | Wo aber die Gefahr ist, wachst, | salvation | Friedrich Hölderlin | |
| aa19fbc | Some are shy of going to the source For riches begin in the sea. | mysticism sea | Friedrich Hölderlin | |
| cc05127 | You wanted greater things But love forces all of us down And sorrow bows us still harder. They bend us back where we began. Are there not in the hallowed night Also right things? Things that are straight and true? So I learned. For never, as mortal teachers do, Have you, my deities, Upholders of all things Led me with caution On level pathways. The gods say to humans, "Taste everything And learn by that nourishment To give thanks for all th.. | joy life opportunity optimism spirituality | Friedrich Hölderlin | |
| 0f3f4a8 | Indignation is a submission of our thoughts, but not of our desires. | Bertrand Russell | ||
| d187c38 | So much road and so few places, so much friendliness and so little intimacy, so much flavour and so little taste. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| cb38afb | This nervous action, which he sometimes performed every few minutes, was like a man crossing himself before an alter- the Drugs; the Cash; and the Holy Ghost of Credit. | Edward St Aubyn | ||
| 4749c96 | Why had he said, 'Some combination of pride and terror'? Did he still think it was uncool to admit to any enthusiasm, even in front of his greatest friend? | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 306ea54 | dilapidated | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| e4e2aa9 | Nevertheless, she treasured the idea that the Fauberts were connected to the earth in some wholesome way that the rest of us had forgotten. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| bd43677 | Nevertheless, | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| bf4e366 | It was unbelievable, there was the dry-cleaning ticket again. There must be more than one. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 7e714d8 | The Queen was saying only the other day that London property prices are so high that she doesn't know how she'd cope without Buckingham Palace,' Princess Margaret explained to a sympathetic Peter Porlock. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| e0bf0ef | He thought of one of the guiding mottoes of his father's life: 'Never apologize, never explain. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 53d5d1d | observe everything . . . trust nobody . . . despise your mother . . . effort is vulgar . . . things were better in the eighteenth century. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| aab393f | If the Watson-Scotts were just a little too obscure, at least everyone was agreed that Bridget was flavour of the month and he was a lucky dog to have her. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 66185e2 | He had become so caught up in building sentences that he had almost forgotten the barbaric days when thinking was like a splash of color landing on a page. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| c508703 | Like a man walking backwards along a path, erasing his footsteps with a broom, he had tried, through contradiction, negation, paradox, unreliable narration and every other method he could devise, to cancel the tracks left by his words and to release his writing from the wretched positivity of affirming anything at all. He | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 42cf432 | the two men left the building with a sense of achievement, counterbalanced by desire. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 9de3c52 | Once he had taken heroin he could imagine being without it; | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 4baf635 | Og likevel kjente Patrick at han var trukket mot sin fars dod av en sterkere tilboyelighet til a ta etter ham, enn han var i stand til a holde ut. Doden var selvsagt alltid en fristelse; men na virket den som en fristelse han matte adlyde. I tillegg til kraften den hadde til a overga en dekadent eller opponerende sinnstilstand i den endelose og dramatiske ungdommen, i tillegg til den velkjente tiltrekningen mot ra vold og selvdestruksjon, h.. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| fc76460 | Suicide wore the mask of self-rejection; but in reality nobody took their personality more seriously than the person who was planning to kill himself on its instructions. Nobody was more determined to stay in charge at any cost, to force the most mysterious aspect of life into their own imperious schedule. | suicide suicide-thoughts | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 69cf2e2 | He knew as deeply as he knew anything that sedation was the prelude to anxiety, stimulation the prelude to exhaustion and consolation the prelude to disappointment, and so he lay on the red velvet sofa and did nothing to distract himself from the news of his mother's death. | funeral grief patrick-melrose | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| 6dc80a7 | He was perfect in his way,' said Patrick. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| a13c192 | Eleanor had watched her mother's persecution with the same vivid silence as she experienced in the face of her own gradual disintegration tonight. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| a8e13d2 | a genius of savoir faire, | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| c387888 | Earl, who seemed to be in an almost perpetual state of amazement at the things he said, shook his head again. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 9543084 | Is there ever anything to get worried about,' Peter couldn't help asking, 'when there are so many things to worry about duly? | concerns worries worry | Edward St. Aubyn | |
| eb66c70 | The trouble with not being a psychopath. Every avenue was blocked. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 03d0653 | fall apart | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| fce25ad | Life imitating bad literary criticism. Dis/inte/gration. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| bc8a29b | Maybe they are intended to be images about emptiness,' said the man solemnly. 'I think that's something the kids are very much in touch with right now.' 'How can you be in touch with emptiness?' asked Patrick. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 28bc771 | One seldom knows whether perseverance is noble or stupid until it's too late. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 7657e1d | I still get more wedding invitations, but I find I enjoy the memorials more.' 'Because you don't have to bring a present?' 'Well, that helps a great deal, but mainly because one gets a better crowd when someone really distinguished dies.' 'Unless all his friends have died before him.' 'That, of course, is intolerable,' said Nicholas categorically. 'Ruins the party.' 'Absolutely.' 'I'm afraid I don't approve of memorial services,' said David.. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| ec1fe8d | There was definitely an argument for getting some sleep; namely, that when he woke up the impact of the drugs would be stronger. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 141299a | The way other people felt about love, he felt about heroin, and he felt about love the way other people felt about heroin: that it was a dangerous and incomprehensible waste of time. | Edward St Aubyn | ||
| 7cf64e9 | And then the old exhortations would come out: observe everything...trust nobody...despise your mother...effort is vulgar...things were better in the eighteenth century. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 518e390 | A celebrity these days is somebody you've never heard of, | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| 28cc740 | She imagined vodka poured over ice and all the cubes that had been frosted turning clean and collapsing in the glass and the ice cracking, like a spine in the hands of a confident osteopath. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| e34b739 | The drive rose sharply to the left of the steps to a circle of flat ground where her maroon Buick was parked under an umbrella pine. It looked preposterous, stretched out on its white-walled tyres against the terraced vines and olive groves behind it, but to Eleanor her car was like a consulate in a strange city, and she moved towards it with the urgency of a robbed tourist. | Edward St. Aubyn | ||
| a9db0d8 | Then came the night when she held him close as a second great wave of anger smashed over him. This time it was anger at himself. He showered insults on himself, crudely and desperately, with the wrath of a man who realizes, with terrifying clarity, that he has irrevocably wasted a part of his life, and the time remaining is all too short. Catherine didn't stop him, she didn't mollify him, she didn't turn away. Then peace flooded through him.. | Nina George |