“It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one’s own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding. But so many cling to their emptiness, and I fear that they may yet prevail.”
“Life isn’t long enough for love & art” “It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body” “Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem” ~The moon & sixpence by Somerset Maugham
When as a little boy, William Blake saw the prophet Ezekiel under a tree amid a summer field, he was soundly trounced by his mother.
I’m with his mother. I mean, the back of the Lord God or the face of the Virgin Mary, all right– but why the hell would anybody want to see the prophet Ezekiel? — Helene Hanff, 84 Charing Cross Road
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” or “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” or “Call me Ishmael.” or “The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above above the storm-wracked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards.”
“Romance novels are all about desire and happily-ever-after, but happily-ever-after doesn’t come from desire—at least not the kind portrayed in pulp romances. Real love is not to desire a person but to desire their happiness—sometimes even at the expense of our own happiness. Real love is to expand our own capacity for tolerance and caring, to actively seek another’s well-being. All else is simply a charade of self-interest.” ― Richard Paul Evans, The Mistletoe Inn (i have lots but this is my favorite right now)
“The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.” ― Colleen McCullough, The Thornbirds
“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” —Middlemarch, George Eliot
“Even the dullest moments in our lives are opportunities to experience hope, buoyancy, happiness. Mundane life Is life too. As is painful life, and stressful life.”
When it comes to my memory, there are three categories: things I want to forget,things I can’t forget, and things I forgot I’d forgotten until I remember them. – from the Marble Collector – Cecelia Ahern. My current read. 🙂
That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it’ll say “Holden Caulfield” on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it’ll say “Fuck you.” I’m positive, in fact. (Catcher in the rye)
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
“Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love.
It did not end well.”
What’s that from?? It sounds so familiar
@Jackie Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor.
“It is a terrible arrogance to think that there are any of humankind who are better or worse, or worthy or not. It comes of a pitiful need to believe in one’s own worth when one is hollow within. We are all worthy. And none of us are, all at once. Once that is acknowledged, that hollow, howling space may be filled with understanding. But so many cling to their emptiness, and I fear that they may yet prevail.”
“Easter is cancelled, they found the body” Storm Front by Jim Butcher
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn in the light” Albus Dumbledore
Yesssssssss❤️❤️❤️
“A last note from your narrator: I am haunted by humans.”
The Book Thief – Markus Zusak. ?
Of course it’s in your head, Harry, but why should that mean it’s not real?
“Life isn’t long enough for love & art” “It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body” “Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem” ~The moon & sixpence by Somerset Maugham
Last night I dreamt I was atManderlay again.
“Most times i feel books are my closest friend;i shut them whenever i like and they don’t gossip behind my back” -Bryon
This is great! X
Thanks
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” – Douglas Adams
When as a little boy, William Blake saw the prophet Ezekiel under a tree amid a summer field, he was soundly trounced by his mother.
I’m with his mother. I mean, the back of the Lord God or the face of the Virgin Mary, all right– but why the hell would anybody want to see the prophet Ezekiel? — Helene Hanff, 84 Charing Cross Road
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
or
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
or
“Call me Ishmael.”
or
“The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above above the storm-wracked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards.”
Good first lines are gripping, and mysterious.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” Dumbledore
“Remember you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
“To the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered.”
“Romance novels are all about desire and happily-ever-after, but happily-ever-after doesn’t come from desire—at least not the kind portrayed in pulp romances. Real love is not to desire a person but to desire their happiness—sometimes even at the expense of our own happiness. Real love is to expand our own capacity for tolerance and caring, to actively seek another’s well-being. All else is simply a charade of self-interest.”
― Richard Paul Evans, The Mistletoe Inn (i have lots but this is my favorite right now)
“The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thornbirds
I was going to say this, but I’ll piggyback on your gif. ?
You know what? I’d heard the line before I read the book, but when I got to that point it hit Really hard. I remember gasping.
“I found my purpose” ???
“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” —Middlemarch, George Eliot
“Even the dullest moments in our lives are opportunities to experience hope, buoyancy, happiness. Mundane life Is life too. As is painful life, and stressful life.”
“I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.” ?
Last night I dreamed I went to manderly
When it comes to my memory, there are three categories: things I want to forget,things I can’t forget, and things I forgot I’d forgotten until I remember them. – from the Marble Collector – Cecelia Ahern. My current read. 🙂
I really enjoyed The Marble Collector.
That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it’ll say “Holden Caulfield” on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it’ll say “Fuck you.” I’m positive, in fact. (Catcher in the rye)
“I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.”
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
“Nobody has to die Damien.”
“You can’t kill what’s already dead.”
Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.
Dan Brown – Angels and Demons