"You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I'm quite fond of you. But you are really just a little fellow, in a wide world after all."
Someone told m"You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I'm quite fond of you. But you are really just a little fellow, in a wide world after all."
Someone told me it was coming up to the 75th anniversary of this book, and he said he was going to re-read it. I've never been a big fan of fantasy (and similar), only because I've never picked one up with the intention of reading it. So this made for an amazing introduction into the world of fantasy.
I loved every bit of it. The person who told me to read it said I wouldn't want it to end, and, honestly, I didn't. It was that good. I would probably pick it up again next year, and the year after. Might probably consider reading it to my kids, should I have any, too.
Great read. I was quite fond of Bilbo, too....more
It is true that one does not really rate Beckett. By stars I mean. You cannot give Beckett a star-rating. Beckett is beyond star ratings. Yes, yes he iIt is true that one does not really rate Beckett. By stars I mean. You cannot give Beckett a star-rating. Beckett is beyond star ratings. Yes, yes he is.
Oh, this book began to give me the feels from page 67.
The relationship between Estragon and Vladimir is endearing, as I think I already mentioned. Always going, never moving. Maybe we should part, it might do us some good, but then they return to the same spot, back beside each other, every day. No notion of time, no idea when the night ends and the day begins, no idea about anything, really. A quote that got to me: "We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?" Says something, doesn't it... Sigh.
I think that although the book comes to an end, as all books tend to, the book, that is, the subject matter, the essence of it, does not. It haunts you, it follows you everywhere. It gets in your head.
In Act II, Vladimir asks Pozzo where he goes "from here", a question to which Pozzo answers, "On." So we fall, get up, and go on, all while waiting for Godot. I feel like all of us wait for Godot, whatever, or whoever, Godot is in our lives.
Vladimir: Well? Shall we go? Estragon: Yes, let's go. [They do not move.] ...more
"No, you do not have thousands of years to live. Urgency is on you. While you live, while you can, become good."
Possibly my most favoured quote in the"No, you do not have thousands of years to live. Urgency is on you. While you live, while you can, become good."
Possibly my most favoured quote in the book. For me, it sums up life. Although I do appreciate the fact that many, different people would define "good" in their own individual ways. Nevertheless, there is something of essence in that quote.
In Meditations, one finds a source of strength, peace, wisdom, and even life itself! At the start, Marcus Aurelius writes praises and thanks to some of the people who influenced his life greatly. When I stumbled upon those, I was inspired. Inspired to some day write something similar, and sing praises to the people who touched my life in many, different ways. It seemed a rather humble thing to do. To actually sit down, think about every single, relevant person to ever come into your life, and think about the very values they instilled in you. And then to thank them for it. It was wonderful.
In the following books, Marcus Aurelius laid all his thoughts and philosophies of life bare for us. He shared with us, the ingredients necessary to lead happy, satisfactory, fulfilled lives. I tend to highlight a lot when I read, I highlight things that appeal to me, and in reading Meditations, it took a lot of mental strength not to highlight every aphorism. Yes, it was that bad.
I stumbled upon some of his thoughts, and I marveled at how relevant the thoughts of a man who lived many, many years ago are in our world today. I was amazed by the fact that Aurelius was concerned with the same things that we are today. What it did for me, was reaffirm that notion that things rarely change, regardless of evolution, and our advancement, the fundamental elements of nature remain the same. What a wonderful thought.
One thing I enjoy doing when I read books, is read the reviews of other people. I was doing this when I happened upon a review that essentially said Meditations wasn't the greatest thing since sliced bread because it didn't help the reviewer discover herself. Well, that is fair enough. However, I don't think that Meditations is for people who have yet to discover themselves. Rather, it is for people to reflect on who they are, or have become. Reflect upon that and make changes where necessary. So if you're looking for Meditations to help you find who you are inside, you are sadly mistaken.
In spite of my positive take on the book, as someone who enjoys philosophical thought, I would say that some of Aurelius' thought processes did not particularly sit right with me. For one, Marcus Aurelius presents a fairly naive view of the world, in that he assumes goodness of all human beings, and he implies that every human is capable of being good, provided they have the right amount of knowledge. This is all very well, but how do we determine what is good? It is much like the Euthyphro dilemma. As much as I hate to do this, I have to ask, is good, good because the gods call it good, or do the gods call it good because it is genuinely good? If you decide that it is the latter, then it follows that we must ask what it is about good, that makes us call it good? What makes good, good? Oh dear, the word is beginning to distress me. Aurelius assumes that everything in, and according to, nature is inherently good; this is false in many ways, hence my thought that he presents himself in a ray of naivety.
Nevertheless, he provided us with gems to live by, and for that alone, I raise my highlighter to him, the Father of Hermits.
I find difficulty rating some books – and writers – and Alice Walker is one of those writers I often find it difficult to "rate" using stars. Star ratI find difficulty rating some books – and writers – and Alice Walker is one of those writers I often find it difficult to "rate" using stars. Star ratings, I think, are misleading and somewhat misguided. People make judgments on the basis of star ratings, forgetting that reading is a largely personal activity; therefore, what moves me in a book may not move the next person.
I say all of this to say that I am a fan of Alice Walker [and/or her writing], in spite of the difficulty of her work. What I mean by difficulty is tricky. It makes sense to me, but I don't know how to put it in words for other people to understand. Basically, Alice Walker's writing requires work. Sometimes, it is difficult to get through an entire collection, because Walker deals in difficult "truths." She deals with topics that the average person feels comfortable ignoring, because - really - who wants to be depressed by the state of the world, right?
This book moved me greatly, and I gained some new illumination about myself in the course of reading. I am giving it a five-star rating, in spite of everything I wrote at the beginning. Five stars for feeling; for literary merit; and for beauty. Five stars because I learnt new things and thought 'new' thoughts. Five stars, not because it is necessarily interesting - see: "misleading" - but because it is educational – inspirational, if you will – and it contains some truths about the world that we all need to hear.
“...that visceral understanding of a situation that for a poet can mean a poem.”
Trying to See My Sister (On Dessie Woods)
There is no story more moving to me personally than one in which one woman saves the life of another, and saves herself, as slays whatever dragon has appeared.
The Old Artist: Notes on Mr Sweet
"He was an artist. He went deep into his own pain and brought out words and music that made us happy, made us feel empathy for anyone in trouble, made us think."
"the greatest of the old black singer poets, Langston Hughes..."
Coming in from the cold
"When we hold up a light in order to see anything outside ourselves more clearly, we illuminate ourselves."
"to permit our language to be heard, and especially the words and speech of our old ones, is to expose the depth of the conflict between us an our oppressors and the centuries it has not at all silently raged..."
Nobody was supposed to survive
"Grief: that feeling of unassuageable sadness and rage that makes the heart feel naked to the elements, clawed by talons of ice."