--Daniel Woodrell, Winter's Bone
The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.
--Daniel Woodrell, Winter's Bone I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful And The Damned We are the convents of living things, dreamed things, impossible things; all that is awe in this century saves itself within us and there, on its knees, pays its debt to eternity.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, letter to Sophy Giauque I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
--Anthony Doerr, All The Light We Cannot See I lived and felt and learned and hurt and fell in love once and most of the time I wasn't happy but some of the time I was and I never stepped foot in a church, a synagogue, a mosque, a temple or any other kind of religious establishment and I never picked up a book of any kind, much less memorized one.
--James Frey, The Last Testament Of The Holy Bible Do you know what it means to be heartbroken?...It means your heart isn't whole, so you can't really do anything wholeheartedly.
--Larry McMurtry, The Last Picture Show This is the animal that never was.
They didn't know, and loved him anyway: his bearing, his neck, the way he moved, the light in his quiet eyes. --Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets To Orpheus II, 4 But then again: Nothing can be preserved. It’s all on the way out, from the second it appears, and whatever you have always has one eye on the exit, and so screw it. As hideous and uncouth as it is, we have to give it all away, our bodies, our secrets, our money, everything we know: All must be given away, given away every day, because to be human means:
1. To be good. 2. To save nothing. --Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius |
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