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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c0fa064 | One declaims endlessly against the passions; one imputes all of man's suffering to them. One forgets that they are also the source of all his pleasures. | passion pleasure suffering | Denis Diderot | |
| cf5baf3 | So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use. | Victor Hugo | ||
| df498fa | I think, therefore I doubt. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1d14487 | Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! Cosette, my whole.. | remorse | Victor Hugo | |
| 8ab37e3 | And where love ends, hate begins | love truth | Leo Tolstoy | |
| c0dcca5 | the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 51e58c4 | These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw nothing but the sand; yet there were brighter moments when she felt nothing but joy, saw nothing but the gold. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| c4ba64e | Though men in their hundreds of thousands had tried their hardest to disfigure that little corner of the earth where they had crowded themselves together, paving the ground with stones so that nothing could grow, weeding out every blade of vegetation, filling the air with the fumes of coal and gas, cutting down trees and driving away every beast and every bird -- spring, however, was still spring, even in the town. The sun shone warm, the g.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 55f97b1 | Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 9b1c9f4 | Do I understand, sir, that you mean the Cause for which our heroes have died is not sacred?' If you were run over by a railroad train your death wouldn't sanctify the railroad company, would it?' asked Rhett and his voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information. | war | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 44c2b93 | It's hard to think about all the bad when she reminds me of all that's good. | Beth Revis | ||
| d9b7184 | For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One God and One Truth; that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you, and whether, at the end, you arrive at the Holy Isle of Eternity or among the priests with their bells and their death and their Satan and hell and damnation...but perh.. | Marion Zimmer Bradley | ||
| 1f74416 | My mother and father were always pushing me away from secondhand answers--even the answers they themselves believed. I don't know that I have ever found any satisfactory answers of my own. But every time I ask it, the question is refined. That is the best of what the old heads meant when they spoke of being "politically conscious"--as much a series of actions as a state of being, a constant questioning, questioning as ritual, questioning as.. | certainty life meaning questioning questions searching | Ta-Nehisi Coates | |
| 6dbbd5c | She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live. | inspirational | Markus Zusak | |
| 35d95a0 | My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child-wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry. | writing | Virginia Woolf | |
| 72c0902 | A million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one | Virginia Woolf | ||
| bacb7f4 | If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance (...); as great as a man, some think even greater. But this is woman in fiction. In fact, as points out [in his ], she was locked up, beaten and flung about the room. | clichés dignity equality fiction gender greatness hypocrisy importance respect stereotypes truth woman | Virginia Woolf | |
| 886bcfd | I tried. Can't do it. Brain's empty. | Sharon Creech | ||
| 52efff7 | y`tqd lmr 'n tw'm lrwH hw lshkhS l'nsb lh , whdh myrydh ljmy` . wlkn tw'm lrwH lHqyqy lys sw~ mrah , nh lshkhS ldhy yryk kl my`yqk , lshkhS ldhy ylft ntbhk l~ nfsk lky tGyry Hytk , tw'm lrwH lHqyqy hw 'hm shkhS tltqyn bh `l~ l'rjH , lnh ymzq jdrnk wyhzk bqwh lky tstfyqy | love novel self soulmate | Elizabeth Gilbert | |
| bfbcc03 | In the modern industrialized Western world, where I come from, the person whom you choose to marry is perhaps the single most vivid representation of your own personality. Your spouse becomes the most gleaming possible mirror through which your emotional individualism is reflected back to the world. There is no choice more intensely personal after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are. | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| 5abe618 | There is a Dutch word, uitwaaien, "to walk against the wind for pleasure." | Elizabeth Gilbert | ||
| bbdc040 | There is not much to be got anywhere in the world. It is filled with misery and pain; if a man escapes these, boredeom lies in wait for him at every corner. Nay more; it is evil which generally has the upper hand, and folly that makes the most noise. Fate is cruel and mankind pitiable. | philosophy schopenhauer | Arthur Schopenhauer | |
| 4f41c64 | I think my quarry is illusion. I war against magic. I believe that, though illusion often cheers and comforts, it ultimately and invariably weakens and constricts the spirit. | illusion life truth | Irvin D. Yalom | |
| fb8167c | To build children you must first be built yourself. Otherwise, you'll seek children out of animal needs, or loneliness, or to patch the holes in yourself. Your task as a parent is to produce not another self, another Josef, but something higher. It's to produce a creator. | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 29a69fa | A sense of life meaning ensues but cannot be deliberately pursued: life meaning is always a derivative phenomenon that materializes when we have transcended ourselves, when we have forgotten ourselves and become absorbed in someone (or something) outside ourselves | Irvin D. Yalom | ||
| 4e60dae | I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 426a46f | Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness, cursing the people who borrowed, but did not return, your candle. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| c5b56c9 | I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 50775e6 | Those who talk most about the blessings of marriage and the constancy of its vows are the very people who declare that if the chain were broken and the prisoners left free to choose, the whole social fabric would fly asunder. You cannot have the argument both ways. If the prisoner is happy, why lock him in? If he is not, why pretend that he is? | George Bernard Shaw | ||
| 8a09661 | We have too much technological progress, life is too hectic, and our society has only one goal: to invent still more technological marvels to make life even easier and better. The craving for every new scientific discovery breeds a hunger for greater comfort and the constant struggle to achieve it. All that kills the soul, kills compassion, understanding, nobility. It leaves no time for caring what happens to other people, least of al.. | society technology | Henri Charrière | |
| c534621 | Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone. | life nowhere open-heart status truth | Mitch Albom | |
| 678a686 | Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all. | Mitch Albom | ||
| 2225d90 | mn l'khT m l yujdy m`h l`tdhr | Naguib Mahfouz | ||
| 767f8b7 | The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing? | grief spirituality | Philip K. Dick | |
| 2067336 | Damn real live people, getting in the way of peaceful ideals. | ideals live peaceful people real way | John Scalzi | |
| 178a667 | I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever. | Philip K. Dick | ||
| 304a0c9 | It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense | Philip K. Dick | ||
| e609d5f | The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else wa.. | münch | Philip K. Dick | |
| 454fc9e | Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 9d16279 | Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. | Barbara Kingsolver | ||
| 0a9d358 | The American uppermiddle-class citizen is a composite of negatives. He is largely delineated by what he is not. - pg. 41 | William S. Burroughs | ||
| 848a28e | Why spend the afternoon making a meal that will be gone in an hour," she'd ask us, "when in the same amount of time, I can do a painting that will last forever?" | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 1823a4c | Look at the way you live. You've sold out. Next thing I know you'll become a Republican." She shook her head. "Where are the values I raised you with?" | Jeannette Walls | ||
| 5e84d15 | Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity trust upon them. | Joseph Heller |