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| 2077a40 | The forgetting is habit, is yet another necessary component of the Dream. They have forgotten the scale of theft that enriched them in slavery; the terror that allowed them, for a century, to pilfer the vote; the segregationist policy that gave them their suburbs. They have forgotten, because to remember would tumble them out of the beautiful Dream and force them to live down here with us, down here in the world. I am convinced that the Dre.. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 698fd55 | And they are torturing Muslims, and their drones are bombing wedding parties (by accident!), and the Dreamers are quoting Martin Luther King and exulting nonviolence for the weak and the biggest guns for the strong. | Ta-Nehisi Coates | ||
| 008ad45 | The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose. | jews nazi world-war | Markus Zusak | |
| d41c916 | You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember | Markus Zusak | ||
| 560d924 | Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? | Markus Zusak | ||
| d081982 | The Standover Man. all my life, I've been scared of men standing over me. I suppose my first standover man was my father, but he vanished before I could remember him. For some reason when I was a boy, I liked to fight. a lot of the time, I lost. Another boy, sometimes with blood falling from his nose, would be standing over me. Many years later, I needed to hide. I tried not to sleep because I as afraid of who might be there when I woke up... | Markus Zusak | ||
| ef65a9c | At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? | Markus Zusak | ||
| 1a88ca1 | You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. | Markus Zusak | ||
| b88cd8d | Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope. | knowledge memory poverty work | George Eliot | |
| 0a457b8 | In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell what a wild, and rough, and stubborn wood this was, which in my thought renews the fear! | Dante Alighieri | ||
| 1182c11 | I hold firmly to my original views. After all I am a philosopher. | Voltaire | ||
| 11c034b | How much do you love me?' and "Who's in charge?" ....these two questions of LOVE and CONTROL undo us ALL, trip us up and cause war, grief, and suffering. People follow different paths, straight or crooked, according to their temperament, depending on which they consider best, or most appropriate -- and all reach You, just as rivers enter the ocean." | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| f41a90e | Where did you get the idea you aren't allowed to petition the universe with prayer? You are part of this universe, Liz. You're a constituent--you have every entitlement to participate in the actions of the universe, and to let your feelings be known. So, put your opinion out there. Make your case. Believe me--it will at least be taken into consideration. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 62fc178 | She said: "We all spend our twenties and thirties trying so hard to be perfect, because we're so worried about what people will think of us. Then we get into our forties and fifties, and we finally start to be free, because we decide that we don't give a damn what anyone thinks of us. But you won't be completely free until you reach your sixties and seventies, when you finally realize this liberating truth--nobody was ever thinking about yo.. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 6afca49 | God isn't interested in watching you enact some performance of personality in order to comply with some crackpot notion you have about how a spiritual person looks or behaves. We all seem to get this idea that, in order to be sacred, we have to make some massive, dramatic change of character, that we have to renounce our individuality. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| aabcf2e | Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything. | Simone de Beauvoir | ||
| ef5fb9d | It begins, as most things begin, with a song. In the beginning, after all, were the words, and they came with a tune. That was how the world was made, how the void was divided, how the lands and the stars and the dreams and the little gods and the animals, how all of them came into the world. They were sung. The great beasts were sung into existence, after the Singer had done with the planets and the hills and the trees and the oceans and t.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 8ee6381 | Love belongs to Desire. And Desire is always Cruel. -Old Man | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c8b80de | There must be a Hell. A place for demons. A place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. Heaven's shadow. They define each other. There must be a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning. --Remiel | Neil Gaiman | ||
| b934af3 | I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 14f4966 | Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself. | Lorrie Moore | ||
| 9d127db | I love you, Allie. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours. And, my darling, you will always be mine. | Nicholas Sparks | ||
| 9f5c713 | If we experience any failures or setbacks, we do not forget them because they offend our self-esteem. Instead we reflect on them deeply, trying to figure out what went wrong and discern whether there are any patterns to our mistakes. | failures forgetfulness mistakes offense patterns self-esteem setbacks | Robert Greene | |
| 7c06058 | My Heart's In The Highlands Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high.. | Robert Burns | ||
| 2a4afe0 | Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers. The mad tend to crave it, many of the sane crave it, but the wise worry about its long-term side effects. Power is crack cocaine for your ego and battery acid for your soul. Power's comings and goings, from host to host, via war, marriage, ballot box, diktat, and accident of birth, are the plot of history. The empowered may serve.. | David Mitchell | ||
| bd3b9e8 | A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land? | Alexander McCall Smith | ||
| 8f39696 | Grief causes you to leave yourself. You step outside your narrow little pelt. And you can't feel grief unless you've had love before it - grief is the final outcome of love, because it's love lost. [...] It's the cycle of love completed: to love, to lose, to feel grief, to leave, and then to love again. Grief is the awareness that you will have to be alone, and there is nothing beyond that because being alone is the ultimate final destiny o.. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| b83ff99 | n lnsn yshq~ bs`@ ntZr fkyf dh Srt lHy@ klh mfrG@ l mn ntZr mtwSl ? | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 7cb6322 | qtl llh l`d@ fh~ lt~ tqtl rwH l`jb wl`jb fyn. | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| aca6788 | It is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin - music, sculpture, writing, painting - and by magical I mean intended to produce very definite results. Paintings were originally formulae to make what is painted happen. Art is not an end in itself, any more than Einstein's matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself. Like all formulae, art was originally FUNCTIONAL, intended to make | William S. Burroughs | ||
| b851df2 | Those shining stars, he liked to point out, were one of the special treats for people like us who lived out in the wilderness. Rich city folks, he'd say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn't even see the stars. We'd have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with any of them. | countryside stars | Jeannette Walls | |
| bc7c558 | The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart. | Sebastian Faulks | ||
| 2f18002 | I don't mean to say that I'm about to state my credo here on this page, but merely to affirm, sincerely for the first time in my life, my belief in man as an individual and independent entity. Certainly not independence in the everyday sense of the word, but pertaining to a freedom and mobility of thought that few people are able - or even have the courage - to achieve. | Hunter S. Thompson | ||
| d03c249 | How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.. | gonzo-journalism | Hunter S. Thompson | |
| 16aa5d1 | Why is it only in darkness that we remember what sustained us even in the light? | Francine Rivers | ||
| 427cfad | a womanist) 3. Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless. | Alice Walker | ||
| 8a92b33 | Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it. | death funny life peaches | Alice Walker | |
| 24c5514 | Men chase by night those they will not greet by day. | Camille Paglia | ||
| 35993a0 | To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand. | Emily Dickinson | ||
| 8c750fd | The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were making noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for all the good it did me. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| b56aea4 | I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous. | Sylvia Plath | ||
| 1215276 | Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water. | memory reality remember | Sherwood Smith | |
| 0cd7492 | Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it. | mother siblings | Aimee Bender | |
| 405e48a | I'm not stupid!" In Bean's experience, that was a sentence never uttered except to prove its own inaccuracy." | stupidity | Orson Scott Card |