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  • #1
    “Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but that it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all, isn't it? And as you split the frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is God's will and His grace toward you that that is beautiful, and a part of a greater certainty, as your own father always said in his sermons and to you at home. And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember: You will be dead and buried soon enough.”
    P. Harding

  • #2
    Paul Harding
    “Howard had a pine display case, fastened by fake leather straps and stained to look like walnut. Inside, on fake velvet, were cheap gold-plated earrings and pendants of semiprecious stones. He opened this case for haggard country wives when their husbands were off chopping trees or reaping the back acres. He showed them the same half-dozen pieces every year the last time he came around, when he thought, This is the season - preserving done, woodpile high, north wind up and getting cold, night showing up earlier every day, dark and ice pressing down from the north, down on the raw wood of their cabins, on the rough-cut rafters that sag and sometimes snap from the weight of the dark and the ice, burying families in their sleep, the dark and the ice and sometimes the red in the sky through trees: the heartbreak of a cold sun. He thought, Buy the pendant, sneak it into your hand from the folds of your dress and let the low light of the fire lap at it late at night as you wait for the roof to give out or your will to snap and the ice to be too thick to chop through with the ax as you stand in your husband's boots on the frozen lake at midnight, the dry hack of the blade on ice so tiny under the wheeling and frozen stars, the soundproof lid of heaven, that your husband would never stir from his sleep in the cabin across the ice, would never hear and come running, half-frozen, in only his union suit, to save you from chopping a hole in the ice and sliding into it as if it were a blue vein, sliding down into the black, silty bottom of the lake, where you would see nothing, would perhaps feel only the stir of some somnolent fish in the murk as the plunge of you in your wool dress and the big boots disturbed it from its sluggish winter dreams of ancient seas. Maybe you would not even feel that, as you struggled in clothes that felt like cooling tar, and as you slowed, calmed, even, and opened your eyes and looked for a pulse of silver, an imbrication of scales, and as you closed your eyes again and felt their lids turn to slippery, ichthyic skin, the blood behind them suddenly cold, and as you found yourself not caring, wanting, finally, to rest, finally wanting nothing more than the sudden, new, simple hum threading between your eyes. The ice is far too thick to chop through. You will never do it. You could never do it. So buy the gold, warm it with your skin, slip it onto your lap when you are sitting by the fire and all you will otherwise have to look at is your splintery husband gumming chew or the craquelure of your own chapped hands.”
    Paul Harding, Tinkers

  • #3
    Washington Irving
    “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.”
    Washington Irving

  • #4
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

  • #5
    “Lonely's a temporary condition, a cloud that blocks out the sun for a spell and then makes the sunshine seem even brighter after it travels along. Like when you're far away from home and you miss the people you love and it seems like you're never going to see them again. But you will, and you do, and then you're not lonely anymore.
    Lonesome's a whole other thing. Incurable. Terminal. A hole in your heart you could drive a semi truck through. So big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddamn world can fill it up because you dug it yourself and you're digging it still, one lie, one disappointment, one broken promise at a time.”
    Steve Earle, I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive

  • #6
    “She more than likely came from good enough people. Poor, honest, hard-working folks that never got ahead but did all right as long as they kept their heads down and didn't study too much on what they didn't have.”
    Steve Earle, I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive

  • #7
    Samuel Beckett
    “We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
    Samuel Beckett

  • #8
    Walter Cronkite
    “Whatever the cost of our libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.”
    Walter Cronkite

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country

  • #10
    Hannah Pittard
    “Nora Lindell was gone. And, with Trey Stephens in jail, he was gone, too, in a way. By this time, we'd already lost Minka Dinnerman, as well (a car crash and cancer, respectively). It seemed, some days, that life was nothing more than a tally of the people who'd left us behind.”
    Hannah Pittard, The Fates Will Find Their Way

  • #11
    Flannery O'Connor
    “The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.”
    Flannery O'Connor

  • #12
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #13
    Ruta Sepetys
    “Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch.”
    Ruta Sepetys, Between Shades of Gray

  • #14
    Richard Hughes
    “Do your bit to save humanity from lapsing back into barbarity by reading all the novels you can.”
    Richard Hughes

  • #15
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #16
    Ernest Hemingway
    “you can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

  • #17
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #18
    Francis Bacon
    “If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.”
    Francis Bacon, The Advancement Of Learning

  • #19
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

  • #20
    Flannery O'Connor
    “She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
    Flannery O'Connor

  • #21
    John Steinbeck
    “There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.”
    John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

  • #22
    Stephen Jay Gould
    “Nothing is more dangerous than a dogmatic worldview - nothing more constraining, more blinding to innovation, more destructive of openness to novelty.”
    Stephen Jay Gould

  • #23
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

  • #24
    Agatha Christie
    “I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
    Agatha Christie



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