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    Carl Sagan
    “For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”
    Carl Sagan

  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #3
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “The art of not reading is a very important one. It consists in not taking an interest in whatever may be engaging the attention of the general public at any particular time. When some political or ecclesiastical pamphlet, or novel, or poem is making a great commotion, you should remember that he who writes for fools always finds a large public. A precondition for reading good books is not reading bad ones: for life is short.”
    Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.”
    J.K. Rowling

  • #5
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #6
    Anne Carson
    “You remember too much,
    my mother said to me recently.
    Why hold onto all that? And I said,
    Where can I put it down?”
    Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God

  • #7
    Audre Lorde
    “Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge.”
    Audre Lorde

  • #8
    William Faulkner
    “He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #9
    William Faulkner
    “The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.”
    William Faulkner

  • #10
    William Faulkner
    “The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.”
    William Faulkner

  • #11
    William Faulkner
    “...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #12
    William Faulkner
    “It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.”
    William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

  • #13
    William Faulkner
    “The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
    William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

  • #14
    P.G. Wodehouse
    “There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'"
    "The mood will pass, sir.”
    P.G. Wodehouse, The Code of the Woosters

  • #15
    Pablo Picasso
    “Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
    Pablo Picasso

  • #16
    Pablo Picasso
    “Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
    Pablo Picasso

  • #17
    Pablo Picasso
    “Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.”
    Pablo Picasso

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #19
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #20
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #21
    Emily Brontë
    “I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #22
    Roland Barthes
    “There is a time when death is an event, an ad-venture, and as such mobilizes, interests, activates, tetanizes. And then one day it is no longer an event, it is another duration, compressed, insignificant, not narrated, grim, without recourse: true mourning not susceptible to any narrative dialectic.”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

  • #23
    Roland Barthes
    “What affects me most powerfully: mourning in layers—a kind of sclerosis.

    [Which means: no depth. Layers of surface—or rather, each layer: a totality. Units]”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

  • #24
    Roland Barthes
    “Afternoon with Michel, sorting maman’s belongings.

    Began the day by looking at her photographs.

    A cruel mourning begins again (but had never ended).

    To begin again without resting. Sisyphus.”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

  • #25
    Jonathan Safran Foer
    “She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
    Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

  • #26
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #27
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “There is no such thing as a natural death: nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, A Very Easy Death

  • #28
    Simone de Beauvoir
    “Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consultation for death.”
    Simone de Beauvoir, A Very Easy Death

  • #29
    Roland Barthes
    “To whom can I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought... ?”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979

  • #30
    Roland Barthes
    “Like love, mourning affects the world—and the worldly—with unreality, with importunity. I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of me, from its demands. The world increases my sadness, my dryness, my confusion, my irritation, etc. The world depresses me.”
    Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary: October 26, 1977–September 15, 1979



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